I am not sure what I was thinking when I allowed myself to be convinced this morning that I would participate in a craft show in less than TWO WEEKS! I can barely find time to shower? How the hell I am going to produce enough wares in TWO WEEKS is an excellent question. I think I was lured into it by the idea that I'd either be left (after two insano weeks!) with some money in my pocket or a bunch of stuff I can give as gifts. I wish I could sleep better. Like right now I should be sleeping or sewing or doing something useful. But I can't. I'm just wishing I could.