I didn't sleep much last night.

At the desk 6:35 a.m.

"I didn't sleep much last night."

If there was one statement that I think all storytellers can relate to, it's that statement.

"I didn't sleep much last night."

Maybe all people can relate to it, especially in this time of odd upheaval.

Anyway, I didn't sleep much last night, so I'm going to take some time this morning to wander around the garden, go for a walk with Rose, and contemplate what kept me up. Is it a new story trying to find purchase in my brain? Or merely the random worries of the end of any project?

If I figure it out, I'll let you know.

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