My title "Stitching Roots,..." could go up into the hundreds. However, yesterday I made some progress while sitting in a hospital room with a family member who had undergone surgery. (Rule of thumb in Tunisia: One does not leave patients alone in a hospital because the nursing services are usually poor, which was fortunately not the case in this particular hospital).
Well, still a ways to go before the center and the end meet.
I was thankful to have taken my stitching: hospital conversations tend toward medical subjects and can become downright geriatric.