Here it is after midnight and I'm still sewing together these granny squares that I found stashed in my studio. My great Aunt Floris crocheted them for me while here on a visit from Pennsylvania in, I believe, 1992. The deal was she'd crochet and I'd sew. Oh, I don't like to sew squares together? Never mind. I'd best get this afghan completed. Where do the years (and the hours) go?