Sleepless night’s are strange. I mean after working outdoors for 12 hours, I should be in dreamland. I find that I drift from emotion to emotion in my musings. I could feel a release into sleep from my love, and a few pleasant thoughts. I could even sense a shift into worry over something I couldn’t see, and my emotions shifted further. A lot farther, from this point in time. I thought of an old friend who in her sleep clenched her hands. Its strange to consider that she might’ve been thinking of me while getting ready for work. If that doesn’t fry your noodle, then this next one should. I think a tree I knocked over earlier is being gnawed on by a beaver. I’m told they eat the bark to fatten up for winter.

Now, however I need to try get some more sleep. The noodle remark, though quickly typed has stirred up a sadness. Maybe, I’ll listen to some chilledcow to help me sleep.