I hate it when I'm going through a bad spell of insomnia. The days and nights just sort of run together until I become a big blob of restless energy. I say blob because I'm not fit for much without sleep, and the restless energy is what comes from lying in bed and trying to will my uncooperative body into la-la land. I'm going through that now. I'm glad I'm not going it alone. Bill, I've told you many times over the years, but I am truly grateful that you keep me company when my mind refuses to turn off. Thank you for loving me through the worst of it. We've been together for a long time - in sickness, in health, and through insomnia.