Milito grew up on sewing. At 14, he sits here while I have peddle to the metal whipping up this comfort quilt. Nothing much bothers him..He is king!
Maybe it is the isolation?? Or maybe the steroids..I am slipping into childhood as the elderly often do...:)
A friend of mine died last week. She was 66. She had been in a bee of ours for years. At age 60, she entered the lock down unit of the Alzheimer's unit. Early onset.....That shakes me up..so my new mantra...
I will be more mature tomorrow....maybe...
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