Yesterday morning, the Yarn Harlot lamented that she thought her trusty three-alarm system for waking while traveling had somehow failed her, or so she thought.
I don’t know where you are at this very moment, my dear Stephanie, but I can tell you for sure that your system is fine. 5:00 a.m., and here I am, attesting to the system’s success. Only in my case, it’s the Husband snore monster, back pain that only losing 40 pounds will fix (why does my doctor have to be right? Damn her.), and that funky, off-gassing smell from a new pillow. Yep, the triple alarm works great.
Oh gosh and it was I (hanging head sheepishly) who made such a fuss on Ravelry about ensuring wheelchair access tonight that they’ve gone out of their way to say there’s a space for me. I just hope you don’t peer out from behind your sock and find me right there, in your face, snoring away. I’ll be there with my first sock in hand. Despite my likely appearance of sawing logs during your talk, I really am excited to meet you, and I just wanted you to know. See you tonight!
Trish the Sleepless, somewhere in Maryland