A Good Sleep

I don't sleep well. I sleep worse when Amy is hospitalized.

I brought her home yesterday...and following a few errands to get her situated I celebrated. I had a glass of good wine - I've decided to forgo wine - except for special occasions or maybe "date nights" - so I cracked the last bottle of good stuff in the house. Then we slept...all day...all night. Amy may have woken up more than me, but I think I only got up to feed the dogs and then went back to bed. 14 hours later here I am.

Amy's home. I feel rested for the first time in a long time.

Thank you for your prayers.