Well, over the weekend I finished the pink-and-green lapsized quilt. (This is the one with the "fifties" style prints - poodles, and fashion model silhouettes, and vintage salt and pepper shakers...). I finished it partly to get it finished, but partly because I have material for a Thanksgiving tablecloth, and I didn't want to take out the thread and bobbin and replace them with a different color to do that, and then just have to put the neutral color back on for the quilt.

I also did most of the miniteddy for the AAUW gift exchange. All that remains is to embroider the nose and mouth and the claws. Right now, the poor thing looks kind of like a mouse because I altered the ear pattern and they came out a bit big. I'm going to wait until it is all done to see whether to re-cut the ears or not. I don't like wasting my upholstery velvet.

Other than that, I didn't do much else. Spent part of the day Saturday in the office, grading. Went to Jo-Ann fabrics on Sunday for thread for various projects, zippers, grosgrain, all that kind of notiony goodness that I probably could have bought at wal-mart but didn't want to. (Besides, I needed to get out - it's a half hour drive to the Jo-Ann's but a seven minute drive to wal-mart).

On another front, I've not been sleeping well. I think it's the combination of several things hanging over my head - the tenure decision (nothing more I can do about it now, but it's still something I worry about), the fact that I have a research project I need to be working on but still have to find a student worker to hire, the fact that the accrediting body for my university is on campus this week and they might come by and question me and I'm afraid of saying something stupid or inappropriate, and another piece of more personal stuff that I have avoided talking about here - it involves a group I belong to, and the fact that several people in that group are not the people I thought they were, and it's causing me distress on several levels.

So I have dreams of trying to find my way down dark corridors, or trying to find something I've lost, or a quite spectacular one on Saturday where a friend of mine from high school and I were lost in a big, old mansion and were trying to get away from a group of people who were bent on doing us harm. No, not quite "The Shining", not gory, rather, psychological. The main thing I remember from the dream is holding a door closed and trying to turn the old fashioned key in the lock to lock whatever out of the room we were in, and hearing the pursuer scrabbling in the lock with claws, and realizing "oh, crap, they can pick the lock."

no, I have not been reading/watching horror lately. That's why I think this all has to be stress related. I don't deal well with having unfinished things hanging over my head.