My fingers are raw. My back is kinda tired. And my first quilt is basted. Woop-Woop!

I have the thread and my machine's clean. I'm going to change the needle, but that takes nearly nothing. I could start quilting any time. Maybe tomorrow. Today, I'm so very tired and ornery. That's not the kind of energy that makes for good quilting. Right now, I just want to crawl into bed and sleep for the next twenty-four hours. I'm kind of amazed that I even got the basting done. But, I did that at a local quilt shop -- notably not at home. My home seems so draining right now. I want to move so much I can almost taste it. That alone makes me tired. And, the boy hasn't slept well in a week. That makes me tired, too. Heck, I haven't slept well in a week, though it seems like a month. And there's no food in the house except cheese popcorn and bread and peanut butter, and the dogs are hungry but everyone expects me to feed them and I still haven't paid the bills or mailed the taxes or sent the family photo to my grandmother and my honey promised that I'd pick up some products for a freelance job he's doing tomorrow which means I have to get up early and drive him to work and thus there is no chance I'll get to sleep in which in turn means I have to go to bed early tonight. That makes me tired, too.

But, I'm done basting. That counts for something big. Yep, something big.