Rollin', rollin', rollin'

Now, I will preface this with the statement "I love my husband".  I would not trade him for the world.  He tolerates every one of my multiplying idiosyncrasies.  But he will be home for the next four to six weeks healing from a torn quad muscle and I am going to require much Xanax.  Enough bitching.  Last time he was home recuperating, in November and December, I gained 20 lbs.  Nothing like food to calm the frustrations.

Any of you kind, Pollyanna type peeps have any suggestions?  Beyond the obvious, like chaining him to the bed.

I am trying to get to the studio to make stuff!  Must have one hundred and eleventy things I want to try to make, some old ideas, some new.  I will update as I slowly get some goodies produced.  I have been playing with making little books and love, love, love them.  Verrrrrrrrrry therapeutic .   Hmmm, I hear what you are saying.  "More books, less food therapy."  A lock on my studio door might help, too.   There is a thought.

Further updates as they come!