I had one of those long restless nights last night.
You know the kind, whereby you toss and turn, your mind going over all the things you need to do, things you wish you could have done better—everything and anything…
Things that make you wake up in alarm, even though you didn’t think you were sleeping.
Even a walk in the dark with Sam and Boomer left me restless and wide-awake—as if I had drank too much tea.
Gradually along about 4 in the morning peace came over me. The quiet of the night pushing me past the edge of restless dreams into real sleep. Of course first light was in an hour. 🙂
I get up at 5 in the morning. Always. Always.
Things are so much worse in the dark!
Routine is such a part of contentment; night fears fade away.
From my world to your heart!