Things are undone. I mean not done, not finished. Things are not finished.

The purple flower sweater is stopped mid-row. Fallen baby. The cabled sleeve is upstairs next to where the boys won't go to sleep. The blue blanket will never be done and is barely worth mentioning. The tan notch-neck hasn't been worked on since long before Christmas when I realized I needed to get going on gifts. Abigail's sunrise jacket is bothering me right now. Too many loose ends when I feel like I have too many loose ends. The purple booble-dress could be done, I guess, and would serve another purpose: a gift for the baby girl of a friend.

That's what I will work on. Maybe then I can call something done.