We have been sleeping in the "map room" for much too long now.
With no heat. Waking up with grit on our front teeth from all of the renovation flotsam and jetsam that hangs in the air. Climbing over boxes and belongings to get to the bed.
And I'm starting to see things in the maps on the wall before I turn off the light at night.
I stare at this map, wishing for sleep.
I cannot sleep so I stare. And I stare. And I stare.
And a moose. With a disturbingly long tongue.
I think I am horrified and fascinated by this moose head because I keep thinking of a story Aaron's dad told me from their recent trip back to Sweden. The town went on a moose hunt. And had all the heads (40 of them!) sitting in a yard. The visual is kind of Homer's Odyssey-ish (when he meets Medusa), as pictured on my bedroom wall.
I keep wondering if I can't sleep because of my insomnia, or because the house is in chaos.
But I think it is the moose head after all.
Or this photo. One of those two, probably.
I am so tired that I am babbling incoherently. I'm signing off now.