Sleep, for me is not a possitive... usually. Somewhere alonag the line I picked up "guilt" when I sleep during the day. It's a last resort here. But there are times when it's absolutely needed... like recently, dealing with the premature birth of my grandson and everything else that goes along with it... like avoiding at all costs, his mother and my granddaughter.

Most of the time, I try to stay busy, if not with my hands, then with my mind. But...

I find gardening great therapy. There's something theraputic in getting my hands muddy.

Since I've had my new place, I find fixing it up, arranging and rearranging things helps me. Sometimes, I just have to shut my brain off and just plug along without thinking anything. When I'm done with one thing, I'll look at what I've done and Allow the self-satisfaction and pride to come through.

There's a mountain of unstarted or unfinished crafts that I'm slowly getting organized in my closet. I figure if I sort out the materials to at least three unstarted crafts, I've accomplished something. At least, I'm reminded of what I've got and I've looked at pretty colors and had some neat visuals of the finished product.

Right now, hubby and I are involved in scanning and copying to CD all of the pictures we have in our possesion. It's a boring process unless we scan a pic that reminds us of a good time we had. That's when it stops being a "no brainer."

Right now... if I can manage to pull myself away from here ... I'm gonna check out the worm beds. Hubby insists on doing it HIS way.