Hey J,
Just saw your latest email...thanks for relaying that to me...I do wonder how readers react.
Actually, last night I was in some form of serious self-doubt, mired in eleventh-hour panic mode over the kings' head dresses for the pageant this morning. I called [your brother] L, and probably from the tone of my voice, he could tell I needed something, because he returned my call right away even though he has a sore throat. I asked him right off had he heard anything from his friends about my blog? He was his usual taciturn self but he did throw me some crumbs. Anyway, I just had to get the work done on whatever muster I could call up. I did not sleep at all. I sewed (by hand) all night. I was finishing up the second piece...and I kept thinking...OK, I'll take a break at 1, lay down for a couple hours, set the alarm for 3, get back to work...maybe just close my eyes for a bit, just to give them a rest...I'll probably work much better...
It then occurred to me that if I quit worrying about getting 15 winks, I would have the greater part of 4 hours before time to get ready for church.
This, I think, is how I get into credit card trouble. You'd have to follow the Make Bigger and Bigger Right Turns Procedure (for going Left without making a left turn), to get this analogy, but since I breastfed you and you learned my skewed logic [and hopefully Swat fixed that] at my elbow, you probably get the gist. Besides the fact that you have Actually gotten me out of Credit Card Hell before.
The thing about "pulling an all-nighter" is, you kinda float in this thick bog of being awake and forging on, while being so tired and sleepy that the part of you that is sensible and knows that you should be asleep is watching the wretched little elf you and seeing that there is actually little progress being made here, because your eyes are not wanting to see anymore, and real time is taking longer. It seemed like I'd been stitching on the same tassel forever and ever. Like when you're high on pot if you know how that is. But I just kept sewing and sewing and got all three done. There were praises all around for our ensemble and particular mention of the kings' hats; maybe there'll be some pictures to send.
So, I'll get right soon enough and see about the old bird. She's kinda grown on me; I call her Mindy.:)
Love,
Mom