Well, I almost estimated right yesterday – I fell into bed at 2:45. I think one more late night might do it, and maybe I can get a (relatively) full night of sleep the night before Christmas Eve. (This is important since my mom’s whole family does the traditional Italian thing on Christmas Eve.)
Anyway, one consequence of this lack of sleep – notice that it’s not even six hours later and I’m already up, showered and dressed – is that I’ve started having mental “conversations” with some of my tools. I’m a little afraid to post this, because I don’t want you all to think I’m losing my sanity, but to my tired brain it’s kind of funny…
Ouch!
Hey, you! Yeah, you over there! Stop jabbing me!
Listen, you ought to be grateful that I picked you out of the entire box of pins. I could have picked some other pin instead, but I picked you. So show a little respect and stop trying to make me bleed all over my project!
Oh, iron, I realize that you’re thirsty and need a drink of water, but we’re so close to finishing this part of the project. I’m losing steam too. And if I have to stop, unplug you, wait for you to cool down and add water, I’m just going to give up and go to bed. So, please, please, please find it in your reservoir to give just enough steam so I can finish ironing this one…last…seam. Please?
Now that you’ve had a glimpse into my insanity, I hope everyone else’s holiday preparations are going a bit more smoothly!