It’s 4:51am and I am wide awake.
I’m hungry, and I shouldn’t be. I had a great dinner with my brother and thoroughly enjoyed our conversation. We’ve similar jobs, and commiserated over salads and tilapia and shortcake and coffee.
I got decaf.
I shouldn’t be hungry or awake.
I’m worried — it’s one of those times when the tidbits of thoughts just race around. One after the other.
Displeased with just thinking, I went down and threw a Pillsbury® Strudel in for two toaster cycles.
My icing job never looks as good as the packaging, but it’s tasty.
So tasty, I bet they’ll stop making them — just like Jell-O® Pudding Pops.
I suppose there is a bright side, somewhere…
Unlike James Brown, I will not be waking up in jail.
Then again, if I did, the media wouldn’t mention it.
I remind myself I’m lucky and should be counting my chickens as well as sheep.