It began with my engorging myself on two too many decadent brownies at my ladies Bible study . . . which sentenced me to a few hours worth of reflux . . .which probably contributed to the strange dream I had during the half-hour portion of the evening that I did sleep, involving ankle-nibbling snakes (which dream-Josh chivalrously conquered) . . . which led to my waking up, kicking the covers off my dripping-with-sweat legs (because it was a whopping 55 degrees in our bedroom) . . . at which point I realized that my son was performing his own version of "One" from A Chorus Line, high-kicking his little legs into the right side of my ribcage and tipping his top-hat into my bladder . . . which led to at least 3 trips to the restroom (who knows, I lost count) . . . which gave me plenty of time to think about the kindness of an old friend and wonder how she’s doing . . . during which I was listening to the sounds of my toddler through the monitor, periodically searching for her "nuk" and talking in her sleep about coloring . . . which finds me downstairs, on the couch, at 4am, getting ready to give it another go.
Goodnight . . . err . . .Good morning.