Sleep? Sleep?? Sleeeeeep......

I need sleep. Seriously. I am not a big "needer" of sleep, but in the past three weeks I have had way too many sleepless nights.......lying awake either: planning the new house or worrying about the one for sale. And then, yesterday morning came, our realtor dropped by, we signed the last sale papers and, for all intents and purposes, the house was sold {We had a couple of offers so we had to sift through a mountain of waivers and then others had to sign them, blah, blah, blah, before it was over. I was, of course, way too superstitious to put up the sold sign until the last "i" was dotted and "t" was crossed! But still....sold}.

The pressure was off and we were elated. I had tons of work that had piled up and was hoping to make a dent in it before my "work" day began. Funny thing though, instead of feeling more settled, I felt restless and unfocused. It was like a had been stuck under a rock for weeks and I needed to get out.

So, instead of finishing my two 2-hour lectures for this morning or my guest speaker spots for tonight and tomorrow, or dealing with the unreturned emails & phone calls, I decided to.....shop. I happily ignored everything to drive out to Wool-Tyme and buy 10 skeins of the most beautiful 100% Peruvian wool and some new bamboo needles. It was bliss. So good, I almost missed a meeting.




Needless to say, I didn't get any sleep last night. I got home at 6pm, signed the final FINAL house papers, put Winnie to bed and eventually got down to business. I finished the mountains of work at midnight and then stayed up, knitting, until the wee hours. Too excited about the season, and the future, and life to sleep.

Because apparently I didn't grow out of that, like I should have, when I was 5.