I slept until 5:30 today.

I did of course,

wake up at 3 when my little one started to snore,

Trying to beat the band,

But through some miracle,

(likely called exhaustion)

I went back to sleep until 530.

So of course,

When I woke up the level of fatigue was much worse than a normal day. My body was confused, enjoying this thing called “rest” and unwilling to leave it.

After a few cups of instant coffee,

I reviewed my plan for the day and felt a tingle of excitement. I may not achieve everything, but I feel wonderful about it.

Today is ephiphany, the day I generally take my tree down. The idea of packing the chrismas things away for another year fills me with the motivation to clean.

Tidy away the old,

Dispose of the unnecessary,

Pare things down to a less is more philosophy.

Yesterday’s shopping trip left me motivated to organize the pantry, and the yarn I purchased at Walmart has inspired me to attempt to crochet a new blanket- a memory blanket of sorts.

The pin suggests a temperature chart, and everyday adding a row with the corresponding color. Easy enough, right?

My almost-four-year-old has already expressed his desire to assist, so it may not be as easy as I hope, the reason crocheting has been on the back burner for as long as it has…

Then my mind, as it so often does, though about a memory blanket of another sort. Of all the people- patients, family, loved ones near and far, who’ve touched my life.

I know quilters who have done this,

I wonder if some day, I’ll make this one.

A square for everyone you miss,

Everyone who’s gone on ahead to the next adventure

Leaving us behind.

Instead of sorrow or grief,

The thought fills me with light.

Maybe I will create a memory quilt someday.

But first, baby steps.

I’ll start with crocheting about the weather

And keeping my eye peeled for “helpers”

Be they human or otherwise.