Now to work up the roommate agreement

My mother knows that I like The Big Bang Theory so when she was out shopping recently she bought me a present. My own little Sheldon. Or big Sheldon, if we go by head size. He's adorable.

I love the Funko figurines and this is the first one I've ever owned. He's going to sit up on my bookshelves in my library. For when I need some help with the sciences or maths. I'm sure he'd be willing to explain them to me. Perhaps ad nauseum.

Knitting Night

My little sister taught me to knit about two years ago. She patiently explained the stitches to me and then helped me along as I screwed up. She and I have been knitting together weekly since that time. I've only done a couple of projects. I tend to knit very slow and don't do a lot of knitting at home. Over the last couple months we've added a number of new people to the group. We meet at a different coffee house either Monday or Tuesday and talk and knit. I am always amazed at the number of people who stop by to say how they used to knit, or how they've always wanted to learn. We believe in the "more the merrier" so everyone is pretty much invited. 

Of the nine people that are currently on my list, only four or five can make it each week. It's always a different mix of people. The one constant for most of the group has been my project. I have been working on a rather long scarf for the last 8 months. (did I mention I'm a slow knitter?). Tonight I finally finished the project. I just have to brag. I started on a hat this evening and have a great start on it. I even remembered how to join. But for my little sister, who I know reads this, my scarf is above. I'm sorry you won't see it. I'm giving it to my friend tomorrow morning. And I'm so excited. 

Sleeping In

For the last two months or so I've been dealing with a frustrating case of insomnia. I have no problem staying asleep. It's the falling asleep that's the problem. I go to bed at 11 or so on work nights and then lie awake until 1 or 2 in the morning. When the alarm goes off at 6 I tend to be dead tired. It's frustrating and stressful and hopefully curable. 

Yesterday was my birthday and my family kept asking what they could get me as a gift. You can tell how old you are by how practical the gifts you ask for are. One year I asked for a file cabinet. Another year I asked for a vacuum. This year I asked for a white noise generator. Yeah I've become seriously old. 

Here's the odd part, I love my gift. I slept with it last night and I slept like a baby. I turned the thing on to night noises, crickets and wind, and dropped off within minutes. I was woken at four by my noisy neighbors coming home and leaving the engine running. While that would normally keep me awake with anxiety for hours, I fell back to sleep in minutes. I woke up to realize that I'd slept over 8 hours. It felt fantastic. I think that may be the best gift ever.