Yes, I'm still alive. Really, really brief updates, as I'm about to fall into bed.
The FDA found a few minor issues, but nothing that would shut us down prematurely. The left after a week and a half, with a comment that if we lose any more personnel we will be unable to be in compliance with our quality system. (shocked, I am shocked, I tell you.... pppffffht.)
Ethan is home, finally, and in a general-practice rotation at a local hospital. It's going well.
I've been up to my ass in fabric working on my mother-in-law's 60th birthday present.
It's a lap quilt. The idea is based on the handprints poem that's the classic kindergarten art project- everyone picked out a fabric they liked, traced their hands on it, and sent me the tracings; I'm whomping them into a quilt.
Remind me to never tackle a project with this much embroidery and applique on short notice, please? Thanks. It's made me bloody well insane the past two days.
The party's on Sunday. I will be so glad to get this damn thing done, you have no idea. Don't get me wrong, I like to quilt; but the time crunch thing has me twitching.
I've been doing a lot of canning and preserving as a way of keeping up with the CSA. We're starting to get vine-ripened tomatoes, which are only good for a few days after receipt- so I've been cooking them into trinity, the family name for a tomato/onion/pepper mixture. Seeing the bags stacked in the freezer is giving me warm productive fuzzies.