Like a Chicken

We've run out of time to get ready for retreat.  Like anything else, it'll come whether we're ready or not.  It's a little weird, but I think we all enjoy the punchiness that comes with exhaustion.  We're all just a little sillier than usual.  I'm trying desperately to get the framing done while cleaning up the pile on my desk, etc.  I'm to the point where I am really ashamed about the pieces that have slipped through the cracks, but I have a renewed resolve to put my nose to the grindstone and clean up my "procrastination pile". 
The puppies are sleeping and I'm sending a text off to askTeri which of the many projects she's working on tonight.  No matter how late I text, I know that she'll answer back that there's a new piece she's kitting and that Tina is sitting beside her tackling yet another project.  Those girls have unending energy.  I feel a kind of comraderie knowing that they're burning the midnight oil along with me.

I didn't think that I had shipped much out last week, but it seems there's a pretty big pile here to show you.  So, without further ado...