Despite my love of sleep, once the lights go off I often find myself doing the other thing people typically do in bed. And I don’t mean counting sheep.
I mean worrying, of course.
There is no trouble so overpowering that it can’t get infinitely worse in a dark room with eight hours of quiet for it to fester in.
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