Morning (Absence of) Glory
Okay so I have not spent the morning picking up sticks and weird long bean strings from the back yard as I had hoped to, and do you know why? I am addicted to sleep. Or maybe just the compensation of sleep that seems to come in the mornings as a result of tossing and turning at night. I miss my cheap bed. This new plushy one with all the fixins just isn’t doing it for me. I’m not as stiff as I was before, … Continue reading