I wrestled with my thoughts for the majority of the night last night. The last time I looked at the clock it was 4- something. I was too preoccupied with the firestorm to realize a strong nightcap would probably have done the trick. It’s interesting to me how different some nights are than others. I suppose its all about distractions and last night I needed a distraction much stronger than sheep and fences.
Suffice it to say, picking up a bottle of brandy is on my list of things to do today.
On an unrelated note, the frat boys next door are out to get me. Yes, parking even two feet in my yard matters when I am trying to sell my effing house! Laugh if you must GB. Next thing you know they’ll be ashing on my porch.