I was working last night and, between calls, picking idly through a large basket of miscellaneous scraps. I came across a large piece of linen (?) that had been a garment of some sort but was so deconstructed all that was left were the back yoke and two sleeves.
Suddenly I was seized by the need to thread up a needle and do some hand work.
I'm off today and you would think I'd pounce on the impulse to sit and sew but I have to ration my chair time carefully. Since getting back from NY I'm having a hard time spending my eight hour shift sitting anywhere, even with breaks and stretching. .