I'm kind of embarrassed to say that I only started this last night when I got home at 8:30 p.m., and I've been doing it all day. It's ten to five.
I would stay and chat, but I gotta keep incessantly stuffing little blobs of wool through a big piece of burlap. I can't stop.
My spouse noticed the crazed look in my eye (he knows me), and is now in the kitchen making Bolognese sauce so that there's something to eat at some point today.