One Of Those Nights

It would be nice after a full day to be able to close your eyes and drift into a peaceful sleep.  Most nights that is the way it goes.  Tonight….not so much.  As I laid in bed, I began to hear the night sounds.  The birds have quieted and the frogs have picked up the chorus.  In the distance, the coyotes begin to sing their mournful song.  It seems that the group harmonizes with their eerie but somewhat peaceful tune.  Soon, they quiet down.  They must have been able to find rest.

I begin all the practiced techniques of falling asleep.  I start with praying…there are a lot of people to pray for…some sick, some grieving, some trying to sell a house.  With my round of prayers completed, my mind still rolls.  Next, I try to concentrate on relaxing.  I think about each part of my body, trying to make sure that I am totally relaxed.  Nope, my brain is not relaxing!

I listen to Ron’s breathing and try to mimic it.  By now, I know that nothing is going to work.  I slowly slide out from under the covers, grab a blanket and a pillow and head to the couch. Perhaps…just maybe, I can journal a blog and after putting some thoughts in print, I can fall asleep.  It’s worth a try.

I guess some nights sleep is just overrated.  Thankfully, I don’t have any plans in the morning.