Saturday, November 2, 2013

The most beautiful dream . . .

That dream is still alive, but it's like a dagger in me every November. Now, both springing forward and falling back offer a lose-lose situation. Ah, well, only like another decade of this, right?

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  1. Thank goodness you sleep by the door! Someday I want you to calculate how many of your posts revolve around (1) sleep or (2) the temperature. It would make a very interesting map of your mind.

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    1. ALL of them revolve around those, Lindsay. In one way or another.

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  2. I laughed so hard at this Neal. Brilliant!

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  3. My kids are finally old enough they tend to sleep so I can smile and say I remember those days where there never seemed to be enough sleep.

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    1. So you're saying there's hope, then?

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