I feel grumpy this evening. No real reason. Just grumpy. Tonight I'm winding floss onto bobbins. I hate doing it - very mundane and dull. But if I'm going to tidy up my stash, and try to get things where they belong, and maybe even catalog my patterns then the floss winding must be done. So, I think I'll pour a glass of wine, and wind a bit more before bed.