My neighbour knocked on my door today. Haven't seen your light on in the front window where you sew, she said. Haven't heard the hum of your sewing machine through the paper-thin walls of our kitchens.... thought you might be dead. Ha Ha. Presumably the only thing that could keep me from sewing is passing on to the Happy Hunting Ground.
There's a simpler explanation. I'm laid up with a bad back. I'm not exactly sure how it happened. I think it was from moving the boxes in my spare room (to give access to the heating system by my landlord and his heating specialist). One moment I was fine and the next, I was twisted like a pretzel. I walked around bent over for a couple of days. It's very annoying, not to mention painful, not the worst of which was that at that angle I could see all the dust that has accumulated on top of the base boards. I'm somewhat taller and straighter now. And I'm keeping busy reading novels from the stack of dusty to-be-read pile of books. I hope to be back sewing in the next couple of days.