I wish I was a morning person. I'm not. I'm a night owl trapped in a morning person's culture that believes in "early to bed, early to rise."
Yesterday morning, I woke up at 4:30. Yes, a.m. This is a time of day I prefer to think of as "The middle of the night." Or maybe, "Oh-dark-thirty." But yesterday, I was completely wide awake. At about 5:15, I gave up and got out of bed. The dog was happy to take my warm spot in the bed, and the cats followed me out to the living room.
It had snowed lightly Tuesday, and there was still a dusting on the ground. As it gradually grew light outside, I could see the snow still there. I like snow that sticks to the trees and grass and leaves the pavement alone. Snow in western Washington is usually disruptive because we don't have the equipment to handle it properly, but if the roads are dry and safe, I can just enjoy how the powder makes the trees look like lace.
I caught up on my blogs, read the paper as soon as it arrived, ate breakfast, and did some applique. I cuddled a cat. I was showered, dressed and ready for the day at a time when I'm usually still in bed.
I wish I could be like this all the time. Early morning is so peaceful (note: I am not responsible for getting anyone else out of the house on time!). But, no. Most days I'm still fighting for consciousness and clear thinking by my second cup of coffee.
Life has been a bit rough for the last nine months or so. I've been dealing with several issues, physical and emotional, but I think everything's on the upswing now. I'll try to get back to actual posts and talking about crafts again.
So this isn't totally craft free, here's a picture of the bags my quilting group made for a challenge project last fall. Mine is the second from the left. It's become a sock-knitting tote, perfect for carrying a pattern and a couple of balls of yarn for the stranded socks I've been knitting.
More soon, I promise!