Sleeping Problems

Well, I skipped a few days posting any material - not because I don't feel well, but rather there's really nothing much new to pass on.

Maryse's mom arrived from Kelowna Wednesday. She spent a quiet day reading and resting Thursday, telling me it felt like a real vacation for her. That's great.

Me, I'm still having sleeping problems. I tend to lie awake at night and thus nod off during the day time. Poor, Therese. She must think me very rude!

Last night I went to bed at 7pm, slept until 11:00pm or so, then pretty much through to about 4am. And now here I am, posting some info after having surfed the net for a couple of hours. Believe me, I'm right up to speed on the American election! Until next time...

Guitar: nope

Book: The Black Book - Orhan Pamuk

Music: Planet Waves, New Morning, Knocked Out Loaded, Street Legal - Bob Dylan

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