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21 days

I cannot believe this is February! Where has the time gone?
Today begins the countdown. The bar in our kitchen is covered with binders and notebooks from years past CLE (continuing legal education - lawyers have to get 12 credit hours a year to keep their law license, and at least three hours have to deal with substance abuse since 75% of lawyers are alcoholics) conferences. For most of January I would try to visit Bobby's office once a week and leave with an armload of stuff. We've cleaned out the bottom shelf of one bookcase. We've now got 21 days to clean personal stuff off his computer, his desk and counter, and the remaining two shelves. I guess his pictures and a plant that he's had for 20 years will go home with us on his last day at the office.

Does anyone need 1 or 1.5 inch binders that have stuff printed on their covers? I have a feeling we're going to have quite a few of them (which is the understatement of the year).

Meanwhile my brother-in-law is graciously coming over tonight to hang a curtain rod for me. After stripping a screw and cracking a board in two places, I finally gave in and asked for help. Once that is done, I'm hoping I can finish organizing my sewing room, which is going to be my "woman cave" when Bobby retires. A certain someone who I will not name has accused me of being a hoarder. I should have informed him that quilters don't hoard; they build their stash.

Regardless, I have four quilt tops waiting to be quilted, as well as two quilts in the process of being quilted. I would really like to have four of those projects totally finished by May. (We won't talk about the three quilt tops in varying stages of progression - yet). I'm hoping once I have things back in place and with some resemblance of order, my project list (or UFOs, as quilters call them - UnFinished prOjects) will begin to be a bit more reasonable.

So hopefully by Monday you'll be viewing pictures of a nicely organized studio.

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