It is 1 am and I can't sleep. I sit in bed, my husband sleeping soundly next to me and the dog lying across the bed, blocking my entrance into the security of the covers. I am listening for the sound of promised rain. All I hear are the snores of the man I love and the occasional idiot speeding down the street with his cd player thumping and threatening to give me an aneurysm. (Sometimes I wish I lived in the mountains where there were no idiots).
Yes, my mind is weary and my thoughts are random.