sleepless in wisconsin

Do you ever have such creative energy welling up inside of you that you need to get up and walk it off? Lists to make, projects to lay out, books to read. I have been up since 3:30 a.m. thinking about well, mostly nothing important. My neighbors must think I am insane, outside in my pajamas, taking pictures of yarn at 5:30 a.m. But then I suppose my neighbors probably see me doing this more than I care to imagine. And really, what are they doing up at 5:30 on a Saturday? sheesh.

I kind of like this sleeplessness - sometimes - it is such a peaceful time, everyone else is quiet - the pets gather round like I'm the pied piper and I revel in silence, in being alone, in peace. I have had this insomnia-like problem since, forever. I could take something but then, ugh - zom-bie. I like to think that this is a side effect of my inner hyperactivity and I need to accept it as a gift of sorts. Being anxious and talking too fast are my signature among my friends, without them, who am I? I kind of think that I am a "highly sensitive person", I learned that 3 dollar term on National Public Radio - then I got this book - and when you answer "yes" to every question on the quiz, yeah, you probably are. I was somewhat relieved there was a name for "it" - but then I hate to limit myself, name myself this weird thing - but the book helped me feel less like an introverted weirdo. I think I just get all overloaded with senses sometimes and I need to burrow in a hole. Sounding more like weirdo aren't I? :)

Meanwhile, I've accomplished something in all of my nomading. Clearly I am not focusing on world issues at all hours, but yarn, of course. I have decided to go with a totally different sock project for the trip to the 1/2 ironman event - the winner is the Roza with some yummy Yarntini Merlot - a Christmas gift from my sister. I feel the Vintage is totally deserving of a perfect pattern and I am so torn on the Monkey, the Charade...maybe a larger needle will stop the pooling, maybe I can live with the pooling? - no sense rushing into anything right? So semi-solid seems like a formidable companion for the weekend. The Roza is pretty gorgeous and seems like it will flow once I commit the two row repeat to memory - I will need to man the camera to get pictures of my husband in between tri stages afterall. And it can be my second annual Grumperina, Yarntini knit-a-thon during the tri, since last year was the Cosmopolitan Jaywalkers. I'm not typically superstitious but there does seem to be an element going on here. I love the richness of the colorway, it makes me taste grapes on my tongue, or that moment before you swallow thick grape juice, when you swish it around your mouth - can you taste this yarn?