It has been five days since the Garden of Hope Spring Tea (my big fundraising event of the year) and I am out of excuses. It is time to post.

I cleaned my house. Long neglected.

I paid the bills. Long overdue.

I went to the store and the library. Long out of anything to eat or read. (There is a running debate around here about which is worse.)

Today I intend to go to my final class and iron David's shirts. The man has been ironing his own since February. And after that I have a list of things I've been meaning to get to: wash the girls' bedding, organize the swim cupboard, prepare the file boxes for the end-of-the-year school treasures, breathe, sleep, nap, smile. All good things and all about time.

Last night I had a dream that David no longer loved me. Too hard to live with, plus the house was a mess, he said. I woke up and had to be reassured several times before he left for work this morning.

When I think back over the last three months, I want to dance (it's over!) and cry (it was hard!). David has been calmly coaxing me through the ensuing maelstrom of ups and downs. You can imagine.

Anyway, did you know I was a philanthropist? (Honestly, there is almost no end to my amazingness.)

Well, I am.

I made this quilt and raised a whole lot of money for the cancer program at David's hospital. (He should be so lucky, I tell my horrid dream.)

And even better, I looked gorgeous doing it. (Hello.)

David and I have a standing joke that since he didn't marry me for my money he must have married me for my looks. This post is evidence that it seems I'm good for both.

Tomorrow, a real post.

P.S. A generous and heartfelt thank you to all of you who sent cards and help and good wishes my way during the madness. They meant more than I can say.