Man, I have been stitching. You saw that this morning, kinda. And I have continued to do that off and on all day. Between cleaning bouts. (Yeah, I stitch while I go over oral school work with the kids.) Last night, I noticed my right pointer finger was a but stiff at the joint where it joins the hand, and today it hurts if I try to take it past a 90 degree angle. Getting old kinda stinks, ykwim? Now, it doesn’t stink as bad as getting a mesothelioma diagnosis, because a sore joint, even compounded by arthritis, isn’t going to be fatal. This weird grinding thing going on in my jaw, though, may be a different matter. But I’ll stop on that before this becomes Cass Complains instead of Cass Knits!

Let’s get back to the stitches! My dad came over today, and so I sat chatting with him for awhile, and then of course there was the school work I mentioned above. The end result is that I am a tv show away from finished the back-stitching on the horse, and then I just have the ribbons left. Every time I look at it, I giggle. And pick it up surreptitiously for a few more stitches. Soon, very soon.