So, as I struggle and fail to get a blog out for November 1st (doesn’t bode well for the rest of the month), I find myself sitting in bed fighting off sleep.
I love this part of my day. I love my bed. I really love to sleep; t’s my escape, my healing, my world of dreams.
I know some folks are morning people, they rise and boy do they shine, grateful for that new day and all its potential.
Sometimes I’m one of them.
Most of the time I’m not.