It's 5am on a Saturday. Mr Sconch is snoring. I'm actually awake because I'm in pain, but now can't get back to sleep because of the noise emanating from that side of the bed. I can't complain too much I suppose, as he brought me a cup of tea at 4am when he realised I was awake.
Anyway, I digress.
It's 5am and I am now thinking about work. And patterns that are half formed in my head. And about end of term teacher gifts. And about the choir concert I have at lunchtime. And about the referendum and the impact that will have on Sconch. And about games and activities for the Sconchlet which would mean she doesn't feel like I'm constantly working instead of playing with her. And about yarny orders I need to place. And about the 10k run in two weeks.
But despite my head being in a total dither making me feel a little like I'm going to implode, mostly I'm thinking about the giant mistake I've just made in the Couthie shawl I'm making and whether I should frog it or not.