I'm tired

I have sewn at night every day this week, after work/work, and after work/work/something.  Tonight, I am not going to sew.  I'm going to have a little drink, eat some pizza, and fall asleep.  And I intend t stay that way until I wake up.

The farmers' market has ended for the winter, so the cafe is closed, and Daniel has no Saturday morning commitment.  I get to sleep in, clean my house, and catch up on laundry.  Perfect.

My intention is to find a large open floor space (or my kitchen counter, failing that to layer Concentric Squares.  Famous last words, maybe, but we'll see.

Now, about that little drink...