Not sure I'll be able to sew tomorrow. After yesterday's graduation party for one nephew, I have to go to Mom's for a last get together with my oldest nephew. He's moving from IL to AZ for his first big job after graduating college. I'm sad to see him go, he's a really fun kid. His graduation/birthday/bon voyage party was last weekend, but Mom wants him at her house before he goes.
It's gonna be a hot one, so I don't expect the swelling in my legs to go down at all. I'm also in a lot of pain from yesterday's outing. The stairs here are doing my ass in. I've promised to cook dinner for Mom on Wednesday (her place again) because it will be Dad's birthday. Another "first since we lost him" holiday, and I dread it. This is about me and my grief, not anyone else's. Every time I spend time with family lately, I cry all the way in the car because it just doesn't feel right. I actually had to double down on meds yesterday because my anxiety had ramped up so much that I almost decided not to go.
So, my moaning about not sewing is because I'm getting nothing done, and I'm unable to get lost in the sewing process and get out of my crazy head. There's lots more to it, but I am just going to leave it at that.
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