Enough.
There's never enough time. Not enough time for work. Not enough time off work. Not enough time to cross stitch. Not enough time to sleep.
But then, what really is enough? Does it exist?
Spent Saturday doing all the CEs I should have done over the course of the last two years. Oh well... at least they're done. For now.
Of course... I deeply, deeply appreciated the help:
Nevermind, Fry thought the answer to everything was SGLT-2 inhibitor.
For the record, Bitty, too, is in the picture. She's just hiding behind the window curtain. And thank goodness. I'm fairly certain I couldn't have fit another cat on that desk.
So maybe there is an enough: enough "helpers".
But then, what really is enough? Does it exist?
Spent Saturday doing all the CEs I should have done over the course of the last two years. Oh well... at least they're done. For now.
Of course... I deeply, deeply appreciated the help:
Nevermind, Fry thought the answer to everything was SGLT-2 inhibitor.
For the record, Bitty, too, is in the picture. She's just hiding behind the window curtain. And thank goodness. I'm fairly certain I couldn't have fit another cat on that desk.
So maybe there is an enough: enough "helpers".
