sleep-wrecked

I am making it through the day, just barely. Last night was brutal. The sleep would not come. I listened to a podcast about Esther Williams, streamed a couple of episodes of Cheers -- soothingly bland, but not quite soothing enough. Got up to pee. Listened to a podcast about an investigation that changed the way fires are investigated.

Thought about Dad. He told me they need to move to California but they don't know where or how. And then he said I shouldn't go out of my way to help them figure it out. Oh, dear. Truth be told, I haven't done a lot to figure it out. Not yet.

Thought about work. Ugh. Thought about Warren and the many, many people who didn't vote for her. Thought about my garage. It was all spinning round and round and I was turning over and over.

The usual, in short.