My sleep schedule has been really off lately thanks to my mystery pain. Painkillers will do that to you, as well as unscheduled naps throughout the day.
But tonight, I'm glad for the interrupted sleep. The house is quiet, one of my kitties is sitting on the chair, and rain is falling softly outside.
And I'm writing.
It's so incredibly peaceful that I'll gladly sacrifice sleep to be here now, at this moment, doing what I love.
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