The end of daylight savings time always seems a marker to me, that sudden shift to afternoon darkness. Before we turned back the clocks, I could tell myself that it wasn't really getting dark that much earlier; what's a minute here and there. Last night, the difference was clear.
As in past years, I gave up trying to adjust to a new schedule, and I went to bed sometime between 7 and 7:30. I didn't sleep well the night before, so I fell right asleep. And I slept through the night, which means that although I woke up every 2 hours or so, I was able to fall right back asleep, which hasn't been my pattern for a few weeks. I slept until almost 5 this morning, and it was a good quality sleep with good dreams.
This week is quilt camp, which means I'll have a different relationship to time this week. In some ways, it will be less structured starting on Wed. I have permission to miss my Wed. and Thursday night seminary classes, since I am going to a retreat. I'm not driving to Spartanburg on Thursday.
But I'm trying to be very focused on getting a quilt done for my nephew, who will graduate from high school in the spring. It is the quilt I've been working on for several years without realizing I was working on it for him. I think he'll like the colors. It will be huge, so it can serve him through the years.
When my sister was pregnant with him, I thought I would make more quilts for him than I have. I would never have anticipated the total collapse of my quilt group, and looking back, I realize how much we helped each other keep going with our projects.
I don't know if he'll cherish this quilt, and part of me wonders why giving him a quilt feels so important. But I know why it does--I made baby quilts for him and then a quilt for his big boy bed. This passage feels important to, and necessary to have a quilt to mark it.
But before I get to quilt camp, today is a more normal Monday: readings to do for tonight's class, writing to do, and always, grading.
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