The nights are staying busy...
Oct. 9th, 2014 22:33![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mapsedgeThis is the last weekend of faire, and I had strongly hoped to be there at least one day, but it's not going to happen. I have a very tall pile of Driscoll skirts to make, fifteen total, and even with help it's going to be all weekend making them. The school has a performance at Weston Irish Festival this weekend, and the kids will miss it so Michelle can stay home with me and help build. Gonna to be a busy busy weekend.
I am desperate for a good night's sleep. It's been weeks since I've had one. I'm not sure why. I drink hot chamomile or chamomile + valerian before bed; I take hot showers to relax my muscles (I shower every night anyway; it's compulsory or there's absolute no hope of sleep in the best of circumstances); I've made a point of shutting down any work I'm doing by 9:30 or 9:45 to give my brain time to change gears from sew-/program-ing to sleep. I toss and turn all night, sleep little, and wake hard. By 2:00 in the afternoon I'm more or less dead.
And yet, here I am, 10:22, up, awake, typing. Sleepy, and we'll get there, but this is all part of the transition, a quick brain dump.
I've a performance Saturday night, and I feel stupidly unprepared for it. Because of the schedule I've been keeping, I haven't touched my guitar since Irish Fest, Labor Day weekend. My callouses are gone, so I know what my fingers are going to feel like Sunday morning.
Positives for tonight? A little hard to come by.
1. I love the rain, and there's been plenty of it. There is very little between the ceiling of my shop and the roof above it, so when it's raining the sound is very soothing.
2. I can make my products - shirts and tights, that is; doublets, too, for that matter - more or less in my sleep, and at pretty much any speed. I've got a shirt I'm working on, a half hour at a time given the current schedule, with me having to make the meals and take the kids to dance. I can pick it up at any point and do the next step without any thought beyond finding where I put down the pieces for it.
3. In spite of my general and constant and almost painful fatigue, I've managed to stay pretty productive at work, productive enough to not attract any attention when I slack off and take a nap mid-afternoon.
I am desperate for a good night's sleep. It's been weeks since I've had one. I'm not sure why. I drink hot chamomile or chamomile + valerian before bed; I take hot showers to relax my muscles (I shower every night anyway; it's compulsory or there's absolute no hope of sleep in the best of circumstances); I've made a point of shutting down any work I'm doing by 9:30 or 9:45 to give my brain time to change gears from sew-/program-ing to sleep. I toss and turn all night, sleep little, and wake hard. By 2:00 in the afternoon I'm more or less dead.
And yet, here I am, 10:22, up, awake, typing. Sleepy, and we'll get there, but this is all part of the transition, a quick brain dump.
I've a performance Saturday night, and I feel stupidly unprepared for it. Because of the schedule I've been keeping, I haven't touched my guitar since Irish Fest, Labor Day weekend. My callouses are gone, so I know what my fingers are going to feel like Sunday morning.
Positives for tonight? A little hard to come by.
1. I love the rain, and there's been plenty of it. There is very little between the ceiling of my shop and the roof above it, so when it's raining the sound is very soothing.
2. I can make my products - shirts and tights, that is; doublets, too, for that matter - more or less in my sleep, and at pretty much any speed. I've got a shirt I'm working on, a half hour at a time given the current schedule, with me having to make the meals and take the kids to dance. I can pick it up at any point and do the next step without any thought beyond finding where I put down the pieces for it.
3. In spite of my general and constant and almost painful fatigue, I've managed to stay pretty productive at work, productive enough to not attract any attention when I slack off and take a nap mid-afternoon.