I fell asleep at 9:00 pm last night. Ten years ago, maybe fifteen if I’m honest, I would’ve laughed at the thought. But these days, I need my sleep. I need to do what I can to shake off the week; recharge and forget some of the nonsense I’ve continued to allow.

It’s 1:30 in the morning now. I’ve been up since before 1:00. There’s no sign I’ll be back to sleep again anytime soon. It’s an all too familiar dance, really. But tonight, instead of turning on Forensic Files and hoping the narrator’s monotone voice will drown out those swirling in my head, I opened my computer. I came here to talk to you.