What is it about Sunday nights?
Usually I'm asleep by 11 p.m. Not last night. Nope. Nada. Didn't happen. I read. I watched TV. I laid there. I read some more. I looked at the clock one last time at 1:45 a.m. and finally settled off into sleep.
While I was awake, I seemed to sort out a lot, and I'm happy to say that while I slept, I dreamed about the good stuff. A trade out I suppose.
And if it's true that you sleep when you're tired, no one will mind at all if I lay my head down on my desk and contine to dream the dream.
Make Monday a good one.