This week has been simply dragging. I believe that it has something to do with my one day weekend. One day at home is NOT enough. I have an unprecedented desire to hole up in a cabin and make a quilt. Erin assures my that our whitewashed cottage in Greenland is waiting. She says that there is a scrubbed oak table all set up with my sewing machine, and a green wing back chair just for her. I believer her. She has a way with words. Of course, her words also make it practically intolerable to live here in the real world.