It is now 3:06 AM. I have to “wake up” in precisely 4 hours, work a 14-hour day, then return home to my children and attempt — again — to get a decent night’s sleep.
Earlier tonight, I actually dozed off for some period of time before a sound through my open window awoke me. I surfaced from my restless sleep with this song by Adele playing through my head. It reminded me that I have finally learned how to burn CDs on my new computer and I’d promised James that I’d make him a copy of Adele’s album.
Such are the useful and productive and comforting thoughts that taunt me at 3:00 AM.