I'm just a cock-eyed pessimist

What am I doing up at midnight? Why, shopping for vintage American hand-hooked rugs on Ebay, aren't you?

(Was tired so left the party early, expect I'll be in bed in about 15 minutes. shadowdaddy won a six person game of Alhambra and is trying for seconds with RoboRally as we speak.)

I dreamed last night that we'd been asked to do a travelling production of Patience in some place like Duvall. We had two rehearsals before we put on the show again. Unlike most performance dreams, I seemed to be remembering the lyrics pretty well.

The caffeine (the one cup of green tea I had at 8?) tortured me again last night. I feel short on sleep. The scones are in the oven and I've got to figure out how long the ham needs to cook. Should be in good shape for a near-11:30 food thing (with my brother and sister in law and the baby), I think. Sad to have no Cadbury creme eggs or chocolate bunnies from Dilettante to mark the "holiday."