This is the first time for almost a year I am writing in the middle of the night. It’s already tomorrow today.
This blog started because I was suffering from restless leg syndrome and I moved into the guest room where I could toss and turn in peace. I am in the guest room again. Since last year it has a whole new bed. I’ve slept a few good nights here, but tonight it feels like a rock.
I am not at ease.
Mr Furlong and I have fallen into bad ways since Christmas. We are eating junk. Last night, or is that tonight, we flattened a jumbo size packet of cheese and onion corn crisps between us.
And the wages of that is insomnia.