Midnight Swim

As has already been documented elsewhere, Robbi had trouble sleeping last night. As I was heading through the living room en route to the bathroom sometime in the mid-wee hours, I startled a sleeping Robbi (sprawled on the living room floor), who in turn startled me. She had fallen asleep there after hours of feverish insomnia during which she cleaned the house, baked bread, and sketched a magnificent underwater scene, as shown (click to enlarge):

And then, this afternoon, she transformed it into this:

I’ve often wondered what the inside of Robbi’s head looks like. Now I think I know.

If this is the sort of thing that happens when Robbi can’t sleep, I am tempted to drug her with tea every night.

As for Midnight Swim, let the bidding begin.