Confessions of an insomniac.

What is it they say about needing less sleep as you age? Is it really true? I doubt it, but I’m going with it since the truth about why I haven’t been sleeping much lately might be worse than just my age.

A few minutes ago I was knitting and realized that the project I’m working on smelled faintly but most certainly like the bruschetta I was eating last night. Clearly I didn’t lick my fingers thoroughly enough. And now I have a craving for more bruschetta (there’s still some left!) but know I shouldn’t eat in the middle of the night so I’m telling you (friends, family, colleagues, perfect strangers, savvy blog-reading animals, etc.) about it, hoping my craving will go away.

Christmas is fast approaching but I have to admit — even though there’s ample snow on the ground, the white lights are glowing and presents are in the mail — I’m still not really in the mood for the holidays. Yep, it’s true. And I’m wondering what moment it will all come together this year.

Balancing work/family this week was tough, but thankfully I’m taking the next few weeks off. No matter who calls me. (Except for you, Jared!)

Lots of new snow today. Great for x-country skiing. Hopefully we’ll get Allen up on his skis this year. He gave them a try tonight with Eric on the private road outside our house and did pretty well. Well, that’s what Eric reported, anyway. I wasn’t there, but Grant was and he said Allen fell down a lot, yelled at the top of his lungs and kicked his legs in the air. That sounds about right.

I should call it a night.

Who am I kidding? Bruschetta — here I come!