Monday, January 2, 2012
I couldn't sleep at all last night
I spent a good part of the holiday weekend, off and on, cleaning the room. Sorting patterns. Taking every single piece of fabric off the shelves, rolling it neatly and putting it back. It doesn't take up that much less room, but it does make the whole structure less susceptible to avalanche.
Next, I cleaned the floor. I vacuumed for the first time in recent memory and caused the Dyson to choke. I cleaned the table, and I sorted all the rubble that's in bags and boxes under the table. I filled 2 trashbags with remnants too small to use, assorted junk and just plain trash, and a brown bag with paper recycling. I filled 2 bags to take to the sit-and-sew next weekend in the hope that it will get a new home, and another bag for the thrift store.
Last night I worked in there from 9:00 to nearly midnight. I was tired, but since I'm nursing a cold, I was tired and antsy (that non-drowsy formula certainly is non-drowsy). We went to bed around 12:30, and at 1:30 I was still wide awake, with visions of fabric swirling in my head like sugarplums.
I gave in. I got up. No point in lying there, resenting others who sleep like logs while I'm awake and obsessing. Back into the room I went, with the idea that I would work for another half hour or so, until I got tired.
Hah! Know what time I finally gave up and went to bed? 3:45 a.m.
And the chicken alarm went off at 7:00 a.m. so I could go out back and feed and water the girls and then go back to bed. Which didn't work either, because then Mario's phone rang and it was his contractor who needed to stop by at 8:00, and . . .
You see where this is going. I have a clean sewing room and I didn't get to use it until 8:00 tonight. But use it I did, and damn, but it felt good.