I woke up early this morning because the nightmares returned. They had abated for the past couple of months, but they seem to be back. Usually it involves me not being able to find Mom because she had wandered off due to the Alzheimer's, one of my greatest fears when she was alive. I wake up in a total panic and usually crying.
I'm not sure why they are back. Maybe because I've been having so much fun the past few days. There is still that twinge of sorrow/guilt for having fun, since it is only possible for me to do these things because she isn't here any more. Grief isn't logical.
Since I couldn't get back to sleep, I did a little dyeing in the wee hours this morning. Just one dyepot.
This is the Softie from the garage sale, pictured below. The yarn bloomed and softened beautifully. It is now a smokey blue. This is destined to become a shawl, perhaps a Danish Tie Shawl if I can get my hands on the Spin-off I need. Or I might wing it.