Brittany gets my sewing machine.
Sara and Brittany can share my fabric stash.
Alex with have to marry the person I told him he could marry if I died young. Alex, I'm sorry for telling you my pick right before bedtime, causing bad dreams for you.
Grace and Henry, I love you very much, and I'm sorry that I won't be able to watch you grow up.
Alex, you know who most of the quilts belong to. Sara can have the rest. Put them in the fair and Peach Days for me. Maybe with a note about how I didn't make it, so they can get the sympathy vote.
Blog readers, I love you very much, and I will miss you when I am in the world of spirits.
Actually, now that I am blogging, I am starting to feel a little better. Maybe that blessing helped. Hmmm. Maybe I won't go hug my sewing machine goodbye just yet.
Word to the wise: Do not go outside. Bleach everything in your house. There is a VERY BAD flu going around.