Excitement

There was a helluva thunderstorm last week. We took the dogs out to the side yard and watched the clouds swirl, and the sky turn to a sickening yellow gray. It looked like scene from Wicked.
Amidst our frolicking, and oohing and aaahing, lightning struck very close (I do not recommend you frolic in a thunderstorm unless you have very good life insurance and a change of underpants), followed by the loudest thunderclap I have ever witnessed. My ears are still ringing.
We practically tripped over each other running for the back door, the dogs way ahead of us. Big dog sailed like superman into the pool (weird), little dog hit the screen door running (no time to check if it's open when your life's in danger) and bounced back 4 feet. Safely inside, we began talking loudly all at once, excited to still be alive. We watched the storm for another 10 minutes, before it moved quickly to the next county.
That was my excitement for the week. Get a life right?

The first cold/flu bug of the season has arrived, and each of us came down with it within 2 days of the person before them. With so much coughing and nose blowing and moaning, our house sounds like a hospital ward. Since I was last to be infected, I was beginning to feel a bit smug. Look at me, and my stellar immune system, I thought. I'm not going to get this! Ha! I ended up with bronchitis and a sinus infection for which I was given an antibiotic that doesn't like me (adverse reaction) and switched out to another one which doesn't feel like it's doing anything but screwing with my digestion. So, I haven't accomplished much this week, except pushing the vacuum around one day, and laying on the couch hand quilting. Thank goodness I had something portable to work on.

I sewed the block together by hand, then attached the borders and binding by machine, followed by hand quilting. That's my kind of excitement.