I got out an old quilt I'd quit working on yesterday. It's been sitting in a bag for a few years. I spread it out and Lelu jumped up on it and flopped right away. She remembers this one well. She should, it's covered in her cat hair.
I spent some time on it this evening. There wasn't much quilting left to do on it. The binding will be the worst bit, and that was never bad. My fingers remembered how to do the stitch. They remembered how to pop the knots in so they don't show. They remembered, but they don't love doing it any more.