I have been short sleeped for going on four days. Sunday night was the big storm, and the wind kept me awake into the wee hours. Monday night Stacey arrived home on leave. We have two short weeks with her before she is off to Korea. We stayed up well past our bedtime. Last night was a board meeting which dragged on and on.
Tonight, I went to bed early. But each time I was about to doze off, the phone chirped. My nephew who was wounded so very badly in Iraq and his wife are expecting a baby. How strange. 27 years ago, I was giving birth for the first time. My sister will be a grandma. Uncle Herman calling to find out about dinner plans on Sunday as the family gets together to celebrate Stacey's time home. I laid in bed watching a full moon rise above the tree line, slipping in and out of a parade of clouds. My mind wanders to other places and other times, and people who've come and gone. Tim snores beside me.
Am I the only person in the world who's awake?
Feels like it.
So I get up to check.