Sleepless

While I was lying in bed, it seems that my head was avoiding sleep.  It thought up many great stories, reflections, memories and secrets to tell you.  Eventually, it told me to get out of bed to tell you all about it.  

I listened. I don’t always listen. Because, really, what fun is it to do what you’re told.

So alas, here I am, sleepless , cold and slightly beyond peckish.  I’m in my favourite pajama sweater.  I’m ready to tell you tales, but they’ve escaped me.  Until now.
This deserves a post all of its own.