Getting Some ZZZZs

The husband and I are not good sleepers. He stays up much later than I do but I usually get up much earlier than he does.

Since the Belle died, we seem to have exhausted our minds and bodies. I believe it's normal for your body to say, "ENOUGH!"

This morning I rolled over and said, "Oh My Gosh! It's 8:30!" For people who usually get up between 5:00 AM and 6:00 AM, this was a little bizarre. We both feel as if we've been hit by a train. Sleep never comes easily to me but in the past week, it's been very therapeutic.

It's not just any train. We've been hit by the Midnight Express.