Sunday, April 17, 2022

Nights with little or no sleep, eighteen years ago and today

Eighteen years ago today, I was out all night and got no sleep. Around eight in the morning, I walked past a café where I often chatted with the owner; he gave me a free coffee for the occasion. That helped me make it home so I could collapse into bed and get some rest. Last night, I stayed up until after midnight; this time I was able to get to bed around one-thirty. But then I had to get up early and make myself a couple cups of coffee – no free ones this time. Eighteen years ago, Luisa was born; today, she turned eighteen; on both days, I was exhausted. (Andrew Shields, #111words, 17 April 2022)

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