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I should be excited. My birthday is Sunday. The sun has been shining. I've had my fill of Cadbury Creme Eggs and Marshmallow Peeps. Life is good. But something terrible has befallen one of my close friends, and it is consuming all available space in my brain. I have gone through my work in a daze, driven here and there in that fog where you don't even remember how you got where you are going. All my thoughts immediately tend towards this situation, which ultimately has no bearing on me other than it deeply affects people I adore. It's the ultimate sort of helplessness--knowing there isn't a single thing you can do or say to make things better. I try to keep things positive here on the blog, even on days where I'm not feeling it so much. But this I needed to share on some level, y'know--in the interest of keeping it real. So that's why I have nothing to share. My quilt is all basted and ready to go--but I have zero motivation to do it. I feel as though I can't bear the motion of quilting it, even though the idea of it delighted me so only a few days ago. I have a few small custom orders, waiting for assembly. It's a serious sort of funk, one I haven't been in for a loooong time. I almost don't know what to do--I'm so used to being busy and making things that when every fiber of my being is saying "Nope, not right now" I don't exactly know how to deal.

I'm hoping to have my soul refreshed by a certain nine year old boy who never lets me down in that regard. And if I can convince him to craft with me later, I might have something to show you if I don't goof it up beyond recognition. Which wouldn't be unheard of....