Sleepless...

It's almost 2:00am, and here I sit, wishing sleep would find me. My weekend has been very low stress. I've enjoyed my time off immensely, finally being able to focus on myself for a short time. In the morning, it's back to work. I have some lasagna that Susan served tonight at the restaurant. I know how much "Emma" loves Italian food, so I figured I'd take it work tomorrow as a special lunch treat for her. After what she's been through in the past week, I figured she would appreciate something special just for her. I'm hoping the weather will be reasonably warm in the afternoon. She loves going outside and looking at the trees. Fall is one of her favorite seasons. Mine too.

I can remember when I was growing up back in Tennessee, running and jumping in a big pile of leaves that my Daddy had just raked. Knowing he'd be mad, but not for long. He knew how much Savannah and I loved playing outside. The fresh air in the mountains- there's nothing like it. I've been missing home a lot lately. I guess it's something everyone goes through when they move away. It's a natural part of the process I suppose.

I've got to try to get some sleep. I've got a long shift to pull tomorrow, with people counting on me to be awake and alert. Maybe if I count the sheep on my sheets, I'll be able to sleep. Highly doubtful, but a nice thought nonetheless. Cigarettes: I'm not tellin'.