When 4.50 is really 3.50 in the morning

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A star for Alexandria that is now completed and tucked in the hexie tote

Sometimes our eyes play tricks. Like when I checked the phone at my bedside and I would have sworn it read 4.50 a.m. Instead it was an hour earlier. But by the time I realized that, twenty-five minutes had past, by which time I was awake. At four fifteen in the morning.

Okay! Um, I guess. Lol. Right now I'm visiting my eldest daughter. We're having a lovely time, those grandgirls taller than when I last saw them five weeks ago. I'm so grateful that despite the distance, I can travel to see all of them with relative ease, and while I miss my spouse, such is the life of a long distance grandparent.

Even when you wake at 3.50 in the morning.

But I've done my daily stretches, read some about Kawandi quilting which I am SUPER EXCITED to try when I get home. That was a marvelous rabbit hole down which to tumble and might possibly answer my unmentioned but authentic issue with using my sewing machine to make quilts. I wear earplugs and noise cancelling headphones anytime I sit at my beloved machine, my tinnitus unable to deal with even basic sewing, much less machine quilting. That's a big fat drag, but maybe Kawandi quilting will permit large-ish quilts without the noise, albeit as slowly sewn as English paper pieced comforters.

I'll see how that goes when I get home.

As for waking up at a seemingly stupid hour of the morning.... I'd like to grouse about it, and maybe later I will. Or I'll take a nap, hah! But I wouldn't have had time to read in minor depth about Kawandi quilting, plus the stretches are done, and soon the rest of the family will be alert. I've been managing on less than seven hours of sleep since I started revising Splitting the Sky and I haven't lost my cognitive abilities yet, lol. Not going to ponder it deeply, just going to keep on.... Being a grandmother not currently far away, being a quilter in whatever manner the ears and hands will permit. Being grateful despite so much I cannot comprehend because it beats feeling defeated.

Because even if 4.50 is really 3.50 a.m., eventually it's 6.25 a.m., and life goes on.

(Written on my phone so forgive book titles not being italicized, no labels, and any other random grammar/punctuation errors. And I've been awake A LONG TIME ALREADY.)

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