sleeplessness

becomes a part of my life almost once a week. There I am,  feeling sort of sleepy and there's always the question of what to think about. Sleep is magical isn't it? I'm just there in bed wondering what to think about so I think about being a kid, I think about my high school years. I wonder if God will do something about all the things I've talked to him about during the day and then I talk to him for a few minutes mostly about my family and all the things that are in the mix these days. I get up and walk about sometimes haunting the rooms of my children and then stretch and go back to bed but the mind is now on to even other things. (Sometimes I think my head is so big because it is so full of dreams. (John Merrick said) I then start wondering about the rapture, Emily Dickenson and Intel Chips.  Now it's 2:30 AM and I'm wondering if there's something I could bludgeon myself with making me unconscious temporarily. I begin to plan my funeral wondering what songs I'd like to have them play and then thinking- what do I care. I won't be there when it happens. This is when I get up again to go take a shower. then I have this great idea for a way to create a new ministry and i get this crazy idea to move to Tullos Louisiana (My father was born there coincidentally) but i think it would be cool to live in a town with my peculiar last name. I go to the computer and look Tullos up on the web and find that there are 440 people living in the town of Tullos and real estate is rather inexpensive-- now this is sounding plausible. Only half an hour from my folks. Close enough to visit but far enough away to not drive them crazy.  Then I start thinking about my niece wondering if she adjusting to married live well and then.....

The alarm goes off and it's time to get going again.  Amazingly I feel rested.