I woke up in the middle of the night trying to remember Daffy Duck's name.
I could remember Donald Duck, Scrooge MacDuck, and Huey, Dewey, and Louie (although I burned out a few brains cells trying to remember how to spell the trio's names correctly--and I'm going to google them after I post this to find out for sure). I had the whole Disney pantheon--but couldn't get the Warner Bros duck's name. It finally came to me before I turned on the light and came downstairs to google him.
I think I'm losing it.
Maybe it's the weird weather. For the first time in my personal history, we ran the AC in December. And we live in the Northern Hemisphere. I am sitting in my living room in a short-sleeved tee, and have had to wear summer nighties so I can sleep comfortably at night.
Maybe it's the difference in this year's end-of-year staycation. I plan all year to take the week after Christmas off. Most of the holiday insanity has ended by then, and I can sit and enjoy the decorations, plan meals around the holiday feast left-overs, and stitch until my fingers cramp.
Not this year. What with Mother's increasingly difficult personality--which I understand, she's frustrated and angry and taking it out on people--and dealing with various unexpected domestic difficulties, relaxation has yet to happen. It does not appear that it will happen this year.
In addition, we are getting delivery of our new appliances this afternoon, which means we had to move two bookcases that usually line the hall that leads to the kitchen where the washer and dryer live, so that there would be room to bring them in. This means that all the books had to be unloaded and the bookcases moved. I have a path through the living room just wide enough to negotiate, and my kitchen table is loaded down with even more books, knick knacks, and DVDs. I used to think I wanted a home library. At the moment, I'm not so sure.
I have been stitching, though.
I have four pairs of birds to stitch, then work Nun's stitch all the way around, and this pieces will be complete.
I thought that would finish off the pieces so I could . . . maybe . . . work on finish-finishing this coming week-end. I decided to look over the finishing directions this morning, only to discover I still have another little bit to stitch.
Since I can't do anything else until we get the house back into some semblance of order, I'm going to stitch.
And take a deep breath. Or two.
And try not to think about why in the world I would wonder about Daffy Duck's name.