Not my circus.
Not my monkeys.

(AI image)

When you get out of bed for one minute and your dog takes over the warm spot.

I started slow stitching as a meditative practice during the pandemic shutdown. I stitched every night, holding the dark at bay.

May need to continue the nightly practice in January 2025.

For now I’m avoiding the news and living in peacefully anxious denial.

Hello!