I’m breaking one of my own rules here: Don’t crochet tired.
But honestly what else am I supposed to do at silly o’clock in the morning, after lying in bed staring at the ceiling for hours?
This way at least the blanket is keeping me warm and I can do some catching up. Maybe crochet will even do it’s magic thing and quiet my brain, so I can try sleeping again and it might actually work.
Cross your fingers for me?