Wide awake at 1:42

AM, unfortunately. At 1:42 PM I was trying not to fall asleep. The days and nights are different on my home planet. Just finished my first of three (or four?) one hour prayer vigils for the folks doing a Kairos mission at the Bibb Correctional Facility. Reading the list of team members who went on this mission, I realized that I know several of them, not just our priest. That's some awesome dedication there. I know "with God all things are possible," but I would need a huge boost of courage to do what this team is doing. At least with my weird hours I can take some of the "wee hours of the morning" stints when everyone else is sleeping.

Robbie Burns night, southern style

Just returned from the local St. Andrews Society Robert Burns Night. Yes, it was supposed to be in January, but hey - it got done. Already knew a few people there and met a lot more, most of whom seem to be related in some fashion to David. Guess that's what happens when your ancestors have been in the neighborhood for close to 200 years. There was a haggis presented to the audience, with bagpipe accompaniment, and displayed on a table, where it was extolled with RB's ode to a haggis, performed by the society president. Personally, I stuck with the pecan crusted chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans, and almond ball dessert. As I said, RB Night, southern style. With toasts to the President, the Queen, and all the lads and lassies, an auld lang syne to you all.

2 AM

Still awake. Just finished a knitted rose in Vanna's Glamour. Purple of course. Managed to get all the ornaments off the Christmas tree today. Have to get David to help take it apart. Discouraging to find I don't have the strength in my hands to do it myself. Went to calligraphy class this afternoon. The instructor wants us to learn her calligraphy alphabet before we create our own style. I keep wanting to jump ahead. Getting harder to focus on calligraphy or knitting and then re-adjust when I look up. Getting used to fuzzy vision during transitions. Red Hats tomorrow for lunch, then two OLLI classes in the afternoon. Have to get started on my handouts for the cooking demo on Monday - "Breakfast Strata - or How to Use up Stale Bread!" Cookbook committee meeting Friday afternoon.
Stress is when your mouth keeps saying "Yes" when your brain is screaming "No."
Melissa is leaving at the end of April. Am I still in need of therapy enough to break in a new one? Another unknown.