The discordant thump and rattle of a loose board in the deck railing outside the bedroom window woke me from a fitful sleep.
Wind moaning through bare tree branches in the dark beyond my window told the unseen story. I seldom sleep well on a windy night.
Unable to drift back into slumber, I disentangled myself from the limpet snoring softly against my side (Ronni) and slipped out of bed. With a soft groan, Ronni curled into a tight ball and slept on.
A glance at the clock glowing dimly on my bedside table verified the early hour – it was 1:30 am.
My “go to” remedy for a sleepless night is hot cocoa, so I crept quietly down the stairs.
Pausing on the stair landing to rest my aching knee (yes, it’s back to acting up … so much for cortisone injections), my eyes fell on the still half-full bag of raw Cormo fleece I’ve been slowly working my way through.
Hmmm … better than counting sheep!
An hour later, cocoa forgotten, I crawled back into bed, having sorted fleece into two more plastic tubs of individual wool locks, ready to be washed and then drum-carded.
I guess I know what I’ll be doing tomorrow. 🐑🐑
4 thoughts on “Counting Sheep”
Ah, the soothing properties of wool!
I’m thinking about doing a rainbow dye on one of the best baskets of locks. 💗🐑💗 I wonder if that will be another mid-nite adventure? 😂
Well De, you’ve put a whole new spin on counting sheep when you can’t sleep;)
Good one, Beth! 😄🐑