midden

Someone has taken to sleeping in in the mornings.
I wish I could.
I managed to spend all day yesterday in the studio, I worked on the vintage Japanese purses, I bound felt oven gloves, I sorted and ironed tea towels ready to make cushions, I moved stuff about and unearthed other stuff from under mountains of more stuff. My studio occasionally resembles an archeological dig, sometimes a treasure trove, sometimes a midden, I should hide things on purpose just to have the joy of discovery.
Oh dear- it's Thursday today- how did that happen? Like I need to loose anymore time at the moment.