So here I am, staring at the computer in the wee hours of the morning.
I’m ABSOLUTELY exhausted and yet, I feel obliged to sit here. It’s been a long day. Getting lost. Tempers flared. Endless whining (thankfully it was only from one particular source). Angry phone call. My eyes hurt from the lack of sleep. My mind is light headed. And yet, I rather sit here. Desperately thinking of random things that I thought of during the day that I can read more on.
The quiet of the night, alone, is simply too precious to let go.