A bunch of knitted hats, stacked high for the photo.
About as high as the stress levels here today, despite our efforts to get out and enjoy the sunshine.
Not nearly as high as the high-pitched screams every few minutes from any/all of my girls fighting over this or that or nothing really at all.
Substantially higher than the amount of hours sleep I'm getting each night lately.
Far, far, far higher than my patience levels as a result of said sleep deprivation and said relentless bickering.
Overwhelmingly higher than the number of pages I'm managing to read each evening of White Tiger by Aravind Adiga.
And roughly as high as the glass of wine I'm about to pour myself right now.
Summoning one last burst of energy for the Yarn Along before collapsing for the night.