I'm upstairs instead of on the first floor and the room isn't organized at all. I just have no desire to make decisions about where things should go. This is the forth or fifth move in just a couple of years. This still feels temporary and I'm tired of hunting for my things in the boxes.
I tried to sew some of my unfinished projects and haven't accomplished more than sewing a few pairs of blocks together but I keep bumping into my scrap box.
I decided it was telling me to play with it so I listened to it's pleas today. Made fabric blocks were my scrap box choice so I obliged. I made thirteen blocks and got reacquainted with my sewing machine. We missed each other.