The pitfalls of happiness

Whenever I'm feeling giddy as a school girl I seem to forget all about sleep.

Oh my old friend, insomnia.  Nice to see you back. Yabbering into the wee hours, word games and crocheted flowers.   

I feel like I'm 18 again.  18 in the body of a 65 year old who has a fuck ton of crap to do and really needs to start wrapping presents and gearing up for the best Christmas ever.

Tonight I'll sleep.

Or try and figure out how to crochet a octopus.  Or a frog.   So much glorious yarn looking for a purpose.