OT

I know I complain about my insomnia a lot, but there is something about a three-way conversation of snoring in which I am not a participant that does tend to hinder the sleeping process, and I certainly don't improve the situation when my over active imagination behins hearing things in the inspiratory wheezing. It's two to four syllables, so it can be "Hello Georg" or "I'm not dead" or even "Love you" and I have to leave the room for fear of waking him up with my giggles.

If Jonathon Lithgow ever steps out of my pantry to offer me soup, I'm pushing him back in and demanding ransom.

I did finish reading Anthony Bourdain's "The Nasty Bits" tonight. I recommend it. It reminds me of my days as a bartender. When Jazz was a bartender and his life Before Me. And my truly seedy pubcrawling days. I have been in bars that would make Mr. Bourdain very comfortable indeed. And I think I would not be ashamed to make for him my meatloaf, or even cheese. I hope they continue his show on the Travel Channel a little longer.

I've rediscovered knitting lately. However, I have also rediscovered why I had to stop. Unless I can Get some sort of glove to wear to keep my left wrist stiff while I knit, it's going to be painful to do a lot of it. I'm already arguing with carpal tunnel and knitting does aggrevate it. Socks are kinder than the UFO afghan I've picked back up. I'm afraid to return to the Dear Jane because I worry what handsewing may do to my wrists, but honestly, that's an excuse. I hand stitched a fabric postcard this weekend and that didn't bug me at all. I have the pices for a bra cut out- now to stitch it together. I'll do it tomorrow morning, if this bit of insomnia doesn't force me to nap. I tend to not let me nap if I can't sleep the night before.  ¶ 11:11 PM