Last night, I was up several times. I had to go to the bathroom. I heard Sandy wandering through the house, her tags jingling. And then, around 1 a.m., my daughter knocked at my door. She had nightmares and wanted to sleep with me. It took me a good hour to get back to sleep, settling again with a full bed, getting hot, getting cold, shuffling pillows around.
I woke up, with guests staying in the house, and had to rally, preparing breakfast and making coffee. We had a lovely visit with friends and a wonderful morning remembering good times, and now it's the early afternoon. I am sitting again on the bed realizing how much I'm affected, at the age of 42, by lack of sleep. :)
To that end, perhaps Hemingway said it best:
I know. I know.
I hope everyone had a good solid eight hours last night and awoke to strong coffee and a blue sky.
I'm off to take a nap, Sandy as my willing sidekick.