It's an incredibly cruel joke your body plays on you. The one where you are tired enough to be jittery, slurry, confused but your body will not let you fall asleep. Maybe it's the mind. It has been a rough week sleep-wise, but I'm on the path to recovery. Staying up late and waking up early, but no real major problem. I told my husband that tired was worse than pregnancy tired. Worse than newborn tired. I do not remember being that tired ever... even when I had insomnia. I missed a walk I planned on doing for domestic violence awareness yesterday. I was a little bummed about that.
I have a ball winder that turns my yarn into cute little diaper cakes. It was a yarn cake party here when it arrived. E and J helped. A yarn swift is the next big knitting-related purchase on my list. I found some on eBay for reasonable prices and while I was there browsing, I realized a niddy noddy needs to be on my list. Sharing the stream of ideas with my husband, as I usually do when I'm online browsing, I told him I needed the swift, a niddy noddy, spinning wheel, and a sheep farm. "Niddy.... noddy?" his reply. I think he thought I made the niddy noddy part up. No questions or concerns about the sheep farm. Was I joking?
I've got buying yarn down, dyeing is next on my list to try and a niddy noddy, a device that skeins yarn, will make dyeing/skeining easier. Enter jokes about dyeing, collecting fluff insurance in the event of my dyeth. Really, though, a yarn farm is in my retirement plan. One can dream of it happening sooner. Or at all.
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