I went upstairs last night.
I turned on my extra side light.
I turned on the machine.
I watched Antiques Road Show until I couldn’t stay awake.
I turned off the machine.
I turned off the extra side light.
I went to bed and, hence, to sleep.
(For the curious: If I had meant that I actually did quilting somewhere in there I can pretty much assure you I would have mentioned it. LOL Sometimes knowing when not-quilting is the best choice is the better part of the process.)
