My rug-in-progress has a, "force field," around it. I just can't touch it. I can't stay in the house, and I can't sit still long enough to pick up where I left off. It's the summer. It needs me to be an active participant. I suppose I could bring my work out to the back porch, but that doesn't seem to work for me. This year I need to wander through the summer. I mosey around the place and monitor summer's progress on a slow loop. I waited so impatiently for my retirement for just for this. I am fortunate to have one of my deepest needs met so well. Thanks Be.