Really, that wasn’t me who wimped out and crawled into bed around 6 am. It was some other knit marathon lunatic who looks like me.
Actually, when I visited Cheryl Marie‘s blog after my last entry to see how she was doing, I saw she had given herself permission to sleep. Somehow I missed that part of the rules. And so, four hours later, I actually feel human again. I’ve got a pot of coffee on, and a bowl of oatmeal and a couple of scrambled eggs waiting.
Bring on the yarn! I’m ready again!