Originally Posted by Gwyn

I don't like having the sewing machine in my room. There, I said it. I don't like being back here by myself. I like being out where I can at least talk to the kids as they come and go. Now that all of it is back here, I feel caged. No, more like "put away" like a toy a child is finished using.

Maybe I will try leaving the door open. I'll set a timer so every hour I get up and go get a drink. I need to start walking around anyway.