I'm very tired tonight but can't seem to haul my arse away from Ivy's (my SM) computer. Bed is 15 steps away. I don't like to turn out the lights. That's when my emotions get closest to the surface. Last night I talked myself down:
"Stephanie - stop it. You can't change anything by worrying in the night. GO TO SLEEP."
It worked. I konked out in 10 minutes. Here's hoping the self-lecture works tonight.
Today I sat with my brother and knit while he slept. When he was awake I told him stupid stories and knit. Thank goodness for knitting.
One thing about the ICU - it's not an easy place to sleep. Holy crap it's loud in there. Felt like corking a couple of nurses who came in to check on my brother and proceeded to have a conversation about another patient's fluid intake. Seriously? Halloo? There's a hallway right behind you - take two steps outside. And hey, remember that whole privacy legislation thing that the gov't enacted a few years ago? Yeah, it's still in effect and it's still a LAW. I don't want to nor should I hear how much apple juice Mrs. Jones ate. Shaddup already.
Stopped in at Cricket Cove this morning before hitting the highway. Might go back with my camera. It's such a visually interesting store. It's just too bad the lady who was working this morning was such a sullen soul. How can anyone be so unenthusiastic around knitters in a yarn shop?
I didn't buy anything. My brother, when told this, licked his finger and drew a point in the air. I'm not sure who's meant to be winning. Cheeky guy, he is.
So tired. Don't have personal pronouns. Going to bed.