It’s not often I post three times in one week but I thought you might appreciate this. The night time routine with our daughter Rose always ends with a bedtime story or two with Daddy. Last night was no exception. Except that the constant sleepless nights had a rather significant effect. I began reading “Icky Little Duckling” as normal before becoming aware of waiting for someone. There was a garden path involved. Someone was calling my name. Then Rose prodded me.
“Daddy wake up,” she said. It’s not so much the irony of the storyteller nodding off in mid-sentence, nor even the fact that I was struggling to stay awake. It was the instant switch to the day dream. It only happened another three or four times. By the time my wife woke me, Rose had gone to bed and I was presented with a whisky.
Have a good weekend, Steve.