I had a rough night. More specifically, I couldn’t sleep. I was in a wee bit o’ annoying pancreas pain, and I was re-writing a poem in my head, and I was worrying about Mom. That’s pretty much what I do every night when I go to bed. But for some reason, last night I also had a bigly bout of insomnia. Fortunately, Bow Tie o’ the Night accompanied me through the dark hours of sleeplessness. I did manage to do some much-needed binge-rewatching of the USA series, IN PLAIN SIGHT, which is a badass, snarky, and wise series that I highly recommend to those of you who wanna be badass, snarky, and wise.
This photo is evidence of the fact that my sleep-free night was a 16-water night. That’s right: I consumed 16 cans of water while I wasn’t sleeping. I didn’t keep count of the trips, but I estimate that drinking that much water resulted in probably 7 or 8 trips to the little girls’ room throughout the night—which likely added to my not being able to sleep. Now that it is day, my insomnia is dissipating. I see a nap in my immediate future. 🛌 😴