Tared.

[mellicious]

(Or tired, if you're not a southerner.) However you pronounce it, I'm it. And my left index finger is sore 'cause I kept poking it instead of the fabric. But there are two quilts all ready to go, with labels and hanging sleeves and the whole kit and caboodle. And I'm going to bed now. Tomorrow I deliver quilts and wait around on the heater guy and hopefully get back to work in the afternoon, because I'm supposed to have Thursday afternoon off, too, and if I end up taking the whole day tomorrow it's going to get really hard to leave again on Thursday. (And Thursday night is the preview night for the quilt show, which is liable to be the only time I go.)