I woke up at 4:00 am worrying. In spite of humming “When you’re worried, and you can’t sleep/ Just count your blessings instead of sheep…” I could not get back to sleep. Sad to say, 4:00 am is pretty close to time to get up anyway, so I gave up and got out of bed. I am basting around the edge of the anniversary quilt and trimming it preparatory to binding it, so this extra time will come in handy, even though I may fall asleep in choir practice tonight.

This weekend I will travel to the Kansas City Renaissance Faire with a busload of 8th graders. #2 son tried to convince me that I would not enjoy a lengthy bus trip with a bunch of 13 and 14 year olds. Of course, enjoyment has nothing to do with it. I am chaperoning, and it is a matter of duty. And of course I have done this before. I have taken groups of adolescents through water treatment facilities, taken college students camping, simulated Civil War battles with fifth graders, chaperoned hikes to bluff shelters and trips through caves. I don’t scare easy.

No, the real question is this: what will I knit on the bus? I will be finished with the quilt, God willing, and have it mailed. The DNA scarf is obviously out, since I still have to have the graph for it. What’s needed here is plenty of stockinette. Another of the Christmas presents, perhaps? The second leaf lace sock? Dare I take double-pointed needles on a school bus?