You’ve seen the first 
Sometimes when you have to go to the blankie hospital, you have to get stitches.
I spent several hours again on the thing today, using Friday as my inner absolute, past-due deadline.
All worked back in now. Kitchenered across the break.
I kept laying it out on that rocking chair, done at long last–and finding two more places where Parker had worked more loops loose. Fixed those, laid it out–two more. Flip it over–oh wait. And there’s this whole pattern-repeat area where he’d pulled row after row in a row, open wide and say ahhh…
Five o’clock was running in my direction fast and I so wanted to be able to tell them that Parker’s blankie was finally on its way back home.
Four thirty-five I pulled back out of the parking lot. Tuesday they get to open the door and the box will be there.