They're trying over there!
Oh, yesterday, I attached binding to one side of my very large quilt I'm making and had planned to finish it up today, but this is what I did all day instead:
I unloaded 21 twenty pound bags of soil amendment for our garden boxes, from SUV into the big Rubbermaid lawn cart, four or five at a time because, well, they're dang heavy and I did not want to break the tire axles. Trip across the yard to the garden, unload a few into each box, back to the SUV to get the next load because my husband just can't do it right now, took down curtains in the kitchen to wash with a load of laundry, which required standing on a step ladder, folded that, ironed the curtains (which I made myself to match each other), rehung them, back to the barn to do chicken stuff, removed Wendy the Witch from beating up poor Jill while she was literally trying to expel an egg and could only duck her head to the assault. She was bleeding, too, poor Jill. Mean Wendy may find herself back with Atlas, who tidily removed her entire comb one day since he does not like her any more than Hector does. Later, opened all those bags, dumped them into the garden boxes, raked them smooth, filled a large tub in which I will be growing potatoes since mice eat ours when we grow them in the ground. Anyway, all that is to say why I did not get to the final binding attachment. Oh, my back and my knees are killing me! Tomorrow, the quilt may sit idle as well, if I am as sore as I think I will be.