Our poor dining room looks like a sporting good store threw up in it - it is filled with everything for next weekend. TBG wants to pack up the truck on Wednesday - so when we leave on Thursday, all we will have to do is put in the ice chest. I'm all for that. He is anxious to get out of town and up into the Foothills. He talked with our Florida friends (and co campers) for over an hour last night. They are pretty exited as well.
In the midst of all of that, I finished my next quilting square. This marks number four of nine.
Pye and a friend. The poor little guy's hat is now perforated.
The boys this morning
Jenny and Bete Noir snoozing (not from today, but still applicable)
I hope whatever Sunday brings you will be good and in the midst of everything, you find time to relax.