Today I left the sewing room ready to throw the sewing machine out of the window. John in a perfect way that only John can do, ushered me out of the sewing room and closed the door for the night. Then redirected me towards dinner. The chicken and roasted vegetables were even better the second night. I am so glad that the asprain kicked in before bed time.
I think tomorrow I will limit myself to no more than 4 hours at the sewing machine. I tried the impossible today and did not make it. My body is worse for wear. I think it's time to rein in my goal to be more realistic. My body and family will thank me.
Lesson learned from this fiscaso. If I think a job will take 3 weeks, ask for 3 weeks. Never say that I will try to get it done in 1 week. It's just bad in so many ways.
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