diversion

I have a nearly finished infant quilt I could be binding, or I could force you to face my catharsis and post some unfinished painting so you can kick my butt about finishing it, or I could go do some yoga so my hour-and-a-half commute is less damaging to my hips, or I could find silly pictures on the internet and share them with you so you can waste time too.

You're welcome.

This happens at my house at least twice a year: