Identity Crisis Solved!

It's all so very confusing. I look at the calendar and I see the word, "April" emblazoned across the top. And yet, when I look out the window, I see January. The snow and sleet continue to fall in complete defiance of the actual date. Seasonally speaking, I should be edging into my cute spring wardrobe with the capri pants and strappy sandals. Instead, I am swathed in turtlenecks and woolen socks.

I used to be a relatively competent and intelligent person. Suddenly, I find myself the owner of a lemon of a vehicle that is nothing if not a symbol of my poor judgement to all and sundry. For a whole week there, I didn't even recognize my own mode of transportation as I was driving a teeny, tiny rental.

I used to have a sleep schedule that defied the need for alarm clocks. Since last week's power outage, I have found myself awakening at 4:30 or so each morning for no reason other than the eyes have opened. I have reset the clocks, but I cannot seem to reset my brain. Have I become a farmer of some sort? Do I need to plow a field? Feed a chicken? Or perhaps I have morphed into a milkman and need to scoot out to my truck to deliver fine dairy products to those lucky souls who reside on my route?

The lack of sleep has led to odd outbursts of cackling laughter at the most inappropriate of moments. (like when my windshield is struck and cracked by a rouge pebble...) This is new behavior. I do not even recognize myself.

And, don't quote me here, but I think it may be entirely possible that I just spun laceweight yarn on a drop spindle.

Who am I?????????????

Just when I thought all was lost and that my only hope was some form of electric shock therapy, a package arrived. The ever thoughtful Beth, upon learning of a recent issue with my Girl Scout cookie order, gave of her own cookie stash and sent me a little care package. To say that it was well-timed would be an understatement. Sometimes a Sheep needs a little reminder of all that is good in the world and a subtle hint as to who she grew up to be. Gaze upon that which has returned my equilibrium:

Cookies, Pez, a thoughtful card and a headdress that brings it all back.

I actually collect Pez dispensers! That is part of my identity! And I eat cookies!! I remember cookies! Cookies are good! (note to self: eat the cookies in sensible amounts or you will be needing to re-adjust to a larger version of yourself and what may be another identity crisis) Yes, it is all coming back to me now. The path is clear. I understand where I fit in the grand scheme of things. Thank you, so very much, Beth! I know who I am...

I am The Sheep!!!

SA