I have things on my mind that I just want to be able to cuddle up with Greg and talk to him about but he's at work and will likely be tired when he gets home at midnight. My eyes are on fire because that are mutilating the cement on the first floor of the office building and it's kicking some serious stuff into the air. Egads! I love, love, love sleep and dreaming but I keep waking up before my alarm. All this, and yet I feel content, happy and at ease.