So I went to knitting class today. It was a lot of fun. The knitting cafe was buried deep in the Village, further south than I tend to go, but I found it after a little bit of exploring. The cafe itself was just adorable. Their motto is the title of this post. There was a counter where they sold brownies, tea and other goodies (my attention was caught and held by the nice, thick, chocolatey brownies). Two other women showed up for the class. One of them just got a part in a student-written play (she was maybe in her 40s) and had to knit in a scene while arguing with her husband. She wanted to be able to knit convincingly. The instructor commended her for this, noting that often in the movies when people are supposed to be knitting, they're not doing it right and it takes her out of the story ;) Knitting is surprisingly easy if someone teaches you live. As the teacher put it, "Everyone walks out a knitter." I had my doubts at first, because the Internet instructions weren...
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And my methods for getting to sleep when it seems impossible are either Benadryl or a glass of wine. Just don't use both at the same time... ;-)
Liz - I'm so happy you're making that soup! It's really awesome. And sorry to hear that you're sick.
Sadly, I am an old veteran of Benadryl, and it no longer works for me. And wine actually keeps me up even later. There's something weird about my body chemistry where almost everything is a stimulant. I should probably be a subject in a sleep experiment. Nah, I'm sure I'd sleep even worse under laboratory conditions ;)