I didn’t get much sleep this week; things just kept getting in the way.
On Sunday, I was distracted by a new book.
On Monday, I had a nightmare.
Tuesday was not bad. The dream I had was so fascinating that I’ll probably have to turn it into a novel.
Tree trimmers kept me awake with their chopping, buzzing and grinding on Wednesday and Thursday.
And Friday, a day I normally use to “catch up,” was interrupted by news of Leonard Nimoy’s death. Instead of going to sleep, I read obits and tributes and cried.
I have no big plans for tomorrow so I should be able to sleep in. I’m excited and grateful for this opportunity. Soon we’ll be moving the clocks forward and returning to a time when the daylight hours are long and brutal. Even though there’s still snow on the ground, I can already feel the summer grumpiness awakening from hibernation.
(Photo by Hurley_gurlie182)