Talk about dh's. I was upstairs in the spare room watching my embroidery stitch all 18, 850 stitches, definitely had glazed eyes and was in my own little world. Hubby was out in the garage brewing beer or so I thought. He stood in the door way and loudly said hi. After peeling myself off the ceiling and giving him the evil eye, he asked why I wasn't down in the dungeon playing with my new machine. He was pretty surprised I was sticking to my plan to finish Kassandra's block first.