I'm a bit lost these days, drifting around with the kids and my coffee and my knitting and sketches. Leif has been sleeping through the nights, and I'm finally in my own bed, pinned down by cats, reading until all the electric candles turn off at 10pm. Sleep is still a thin, shadowy thing.
But maybe not anymore, with a narcolepsy sweater.
I've forgotten what sleep is and it seems to be unobtainable, like it's part of other people's normalcy, but not mine.
ReplyDeleteLovely sweater! It's a great color. I've still yet to figure out how to crochet clothes, outside of any thing but a child's dress up set, and that doesn't count as clothes because there's no proper sleeves to scramble my brains.