It’s 10:42pm as I begin to write. That’s not late for me; I tend to be a night owl.
So why can’t I keep my eyes open?
The watery-eyed yawns have begun. I have to fidget to keep myself awake. My brain starts a sentence and then stops right in the middle, and I have no idea where I was going with it.
I really don’t know what it is about nights like this.
Maybe it’s because the day was wet and rainy and cold. It makes a person want to hole up and hibernate. And truth be told, I took a nap…and didn’t want to get up. That was hours ago and all I want to do is go back to bed.
It might also be a bit of media overload. The news sites are full of terrible articles about terrible things. My Facebook newsfeed is full of terrible posts about terrible things. When I go looking for something positive, I end up finding loads of sappy videos about puppies and kittens and other animal friends. Make that baby animal friends. And all I can think is “seriously? That’s the happiest thing going out there?”
No wonder I just want to go to sleep. Not that the slow loris and the guilty dog weren’t cute.
I know there is still a world of wonder and hope out there. I believe it, even when it’s not exactly in my face.
At this point, however, I’m simply hoping I dream about it tonight. ‘Cause this Sparky has nothing left to stay up to look for it in the waking hours today.