Desperate, but not that Desperate

It's the last night of the trip.  I finished the last bits of knitting I planned to complete, and I cannot sleep.  The son is snoring on the couch, and Bruce's PLMD is really going.  So, here I sit, listening to and watching them while I try to figure out what to do.  

I can hear a bit of rustling from the knitting bag, a crying out for attention, if you will.  I'm tempted--I could be making good use of my sleeplessness, and it is getting colder.  Those mittens will have their time, but the middle of the night, knit by headlamp while everyone else sleeps is not that time.  I'm just going to eat clearance Halloween candy, listen to podcasts, and maybe scroll twitter.  Don't judge me.