Rusty

Another insomnia tile, celebrated in the poem below!

I am unbelievably rusty at tangling right now.  Why?  Because I was rug hooking like a fiend for two months; and for the last two solid weeks I've been preparing to teach two meditation classes that begin next week.  Online.   Online teaching is not optimal, but what else can we do in the middle of a pandemic?  We're just lucky to be able to do that.

This was an insomnia tangle, done around 1.30 am a few nights ago.  I needed to pick some tangles that wouldn't require any thought at all, so I chose Scena and a variation of Doo-dah.  Plus a little Therefore in the corners.  It was wonderful to be tangling again, but I fear I won't get back to it until August.  I'm teaching meditation for the entire month of July.  We'll see how it goes.

Insomnia
by Kathy Kenney-Marshall

I cannot get to sleep tonight.
I toss and turn and flop.
I try to count some fluffy sheep
while o'er a fence they hop.
I try to think of pleasant dreams
of places really cool.
I don't know why I cannot sleep -
I slept just fine at school.