There was a time that, if I was awake at 1:29 a.m., I would be having a good time or, at the very least, pretending to. Not so much now. My dogs and husband are sound asleep and taking up all the be but about 18" which not enough for me to relax enough to sleep. After an hour of prayer, reflection and counting backwards (hey, sometimes it works!) I am awake and drinking bourbon and diet pepsi. And typing this to prove I am alive.
Proof noted, here's a picture that I'm using to guide my next piece:
Crap! As usual, I can't get in the right place; it's up top :-)
I want to sleep!
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