Last night was a bad night for me. My mind was spinning in so many different directions with things I wanted to do, I couldn’t sleep. What I wanted to do with weaving and my other crafts. What I wanted to do with our house. What I need to do today. What else I have to buy for Christmas. It went on and on,and as a result, I only fell asleep around five thirty, and had to be up by seven to get Aneira out of the house to school (again, not her real name, but one of the names I liked for her before we chose one). Thus begins my day. I’d love to go back to sleep now, but there is no doubt in my mind that the very second I lie down, Bryony will wake up screaming with all the power of her little nearly-two-year-old lungs, which is considerable. Are you detecting a pattern in their names? Yes, I have a passion for all things medieval, especially names and crafts!