Strange day — the day after Father’s Day. I woke up and felt like I’d been hit by a metaphorical bus. I hadn’t managed to get enough sleep, and the sleep I DID get was restless.
Today isn’t a performance day, though, so I could afford to go back to sleep. And I needed to, but I still toyed with the idea of staying awake. My amazing wife settled that dispute and SENT me back to bed, like one of our kids. And she was right to do so.
I have time. So do you. Go back to sleep. You’ll feel better.