The days have been hectic. The boys ooze creative genius as they find yet more ways to cause trouble. I find myself at bedtime, after the last drink of water is offered, after the last "Goodnight, I love you, and God Bless" is said, slipping into my little space where I can create. This week I'm making more farmer's market totes for Saturday in the Strip. If I could ever get caught up, I would make some for my shop. The whir of the sewing machine soothes, and the needle and thread seem to mend in me the seams that frayed throughout the day. And I offer a silent prayer, thanking God for sewing machines.