01:46 and the bed sheets turned into a straitjacket

That's when I, after some tossing and turning, got up, my vision impaired by the night and the bad dreams, and sat down at my desk and began to create a blog.

I am not exactly sure how this will pan out. I have a plan. But I am easily swayed.

I quite often change with the wind. Now it's morning and I sit here in my purple sweat pants with tired eyes and a cup of tea, looking out at the gray drizzle this May morning.

I feel anxious about today.