Sleep: The Sanity-Maker

Well, it certainly seems that there is a rather widespread bout of insomnia wreaking havoc amongst the knit-blog community these days. Or nights...whatever. There were a number of comments on this matter after yesterday's post. And, after an email from Trek, I became convinced that there may be something to this. I couldn't help but reflect on the matter as I hoisted The Big, Fluffy Kitty to my shoulder in order that I might put her to bed.



Frankly, I would have thought about darned near anything to avoid that look of smug satisfaction in her eyes. I'm pretty much carrying Porky McKibblepants everywhere these days. She's perfectly capable of waddling to wherever she may want to be at any given point in the day. But she knows I'll carry her...it's a long story. Her version has a happy ending without all that silly pedestrian activity. Mine involves lower back pain.



Anyway, I was thinking about the whole "all of us awake thing." Is this a sign? Are we all supposed to be gathering on a mountaintop somewhere? Could it be that one of us is being tapped to lead the knitters in a full-on world saving kind of mission? Will I have time to pack? I don't care what kind of world crisis we are facing. I'm not going on this quest unless I have enough notice to throw together a travel bag. It goes without saying that we'll all bring along a travel project. But I'm sort of past the age where I can live out of a duffel bag. Sheepie needs working outlets...



Fortunately, I slept rather well last night. Maybe it was the exhaustion that comes from lugging around a fat cat or thinking about whether our knitting superhero outfits will be slimming enough, but I really hit the pillow hard. Since I now seem less concerned about my role in the fate of the world and what I'll be wearing for the pitched battle with unknown evil, I'm guessing that maybe it was needed. I even slept in a bit.



Not by much, though. It seems that I somehow managed to get lost in the giant pile of merino that is taking over my living room and my life. All that carding, and twig picking, combined with the searing heat, took over my brain. So much so that I managed to miss my appointment with The World's Greatest Stylist last Friday. She was as understanding as one could be under the circumstances. I don't exaggerate her "Great" status. But it wouldn't do to miss the second appointment. As is stands, I had to ask for her to cut my hair just like hers. I can't afford to lose favor, here. I had a bad moment when she told me that this was going to require a perm. But then she laughed and told me that she has to have one because she has such fine hair. I'd have gotten the perm if that's what was required to make amends. That's how far I'd go. But, I'd be lying if I said I would have been happy about it. Things got a bit dicey at the end as she was comparing the relative thicknesses of our respective locks. Her subtle wailing led me to believe that I may have brought up a sensitive issue. But, in the end, the choice to request that I look just like her was the right one. It's actually a pretty good cut and one can't overlook the kiss-up points.



With all this hair drama, lack of sleep and trying to find meaning in our mutual lack of sleep over, I'm planning to spend the evening continuing my work on the merino fleece. I'd given some thought to going to The Yarn Sellar for knitting with others, but I'm thinking that tonight has more of an "in" feel to it. I am slowly working my way through the Harry Potter CDs and they are great inspiration for carding. If the will to work with the wool is upon me, then I'm going to go with it. Since I don't have to join all the knitters up on that mountain top, I don't think there are any pressing matters to which I must attend at this point.



That is, until Her Majesty, The Big, Fluffy Kitty requires transport.



SA