The night whys
Why is it that I wake up with dry, sandy eyes, but late in the evening they begin watering and dripping and won’t stop?
Why is it I spend all day thinking “oh! I should blog about ____!” but when I sit down in front of my computer in the evening, I either can’t think of anything to say, or can’t think of anything that doesn’t cost more words than I want to spend?
Why is it that the cats can be sneaky and quiet all day, hiding from view, but at about 3:00am there is no question where they are because they are outside the bedroom door, yowling their fool heads off?
Why don’t some whys become apparent until the sun goes down?