After that midnight cleaning marathon, you knew what was coming next, right? Really, it seems there was no avoiding it. I spent last night making trips from the bathroom to the couch, so I didn't wake up anyone except the dogs who chivalrously kept me company but tripped me up a few times in my haste.
I finally dropped off at 4 am... dragged myself up to my own bed at 7 am when everyone else came down... and then woke up out of a sound sleep, realizing that I probably/maybe/possibly/just can't remember either way failed to put vinegar in the dye bath of the yarn I dyed yesterday afternoon, before I was swamped by a tide of nausea.
For those of you who don't dye, the acid provided by the vinegar is a key ingredient to making the dye stick to the wool. A quick test sniff by my sons couldn't detect its presence so back into a vinegar bath the yarn went.
Thank goodness for my subconscious. The rest of my body isn't really holding up its end of the bargain at this point.