Tuesday, January 11, 2005
Sleep eluded me like sheep running from a wolf. I wanted so badly to pounce on the little lamb. The chase lasted all night. When the lamb was caught, it would wrestle it’s self free, starting the chase all over again. Tossing and turning, waking every hour, starving for just one lamb. The ringside bell sounded at the end of this all night wrestling matching, declaring me the loser. Sheep laughing at me as I rolled out of the ring to my feet, stumbling all the way to the kitchen for my only hope to survive the day….coffee.
