If it hadn’t been for the very loud storm early this morning, I might have made it to 12 hours of sleep.  As it was I hit somewhere close to 10.  That’s like two night’s sleep in one for me!

I did dream about leaving all the furniture on the lawn and not being able to bring it in from the rain by myself.  I dreamt about Pun and Sir Pun, going to visit Pun’s fantastically wealthy (and fictional) great grandfather is his massive Biltmore-like estate.  I dreamt of all my girlfriends gathering for some event.  I dreamt of not being to find matching shoes.  I dreamt long, elaborate tales of which I am now only holding on to tiny, tiny pieces of.

Now I will drink more coffee and go and start working on an early spring dress.  In hopes that the simple act of sewing will help calm and recharge me.  Then I will walk with a friend, eat lunch, and edit some work until it is time to go to work again.  I will breathe deeply and not to stress myself about the other things I could be doing, instead only focusing on the please of finishing the few things I am doing.