I can’t sleep. It is the not-sleeping of the no-longer-young: Too many divorces; too many 401(k) rollovers; too many blood panels.
Here is some insomniac Thursday night music for me, and maybe you:
2 thoughts on “With my knees against my mouth I am perfectly round”
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That’s not the good kind. Hope you’re ok, even though you’re old.
Oof. This is the song that comes to me during hard times, too. I hope you are better today. Getting older is brilliant in some ways, but physically and in terms of emotional fatigue it can get rough. ❤