I don't really know why I'm awake right now. Part of it's probably that I kept catching cat naps while reading for class yesterday, but the foot is also screaming at me. If I'm smart about my energy level, I'll stay here and not go to Brewberry's. I'll email my friend that's usually there and say that I'll see her next weekend or maybe I'll be able to walk over some time this week. I don't know if I'm smart yet or not.

Audible is performing site matenance. I guess I'm glad they want to make sure the site actually works, but it doesn't help the insamniac (spelling evades me).

"This Love" by Maroon Five came on the radio a minute ago. It's strange how songs like that can bring you back so vividly to a part of your life. I remember exactly where I was I was kneeling on the tile floor of my room at Guide Dogs for the Blind's Oregon Campus (3b to be exact). It was our first full Sunday there. The three week retrains were getting their dogs and I'd had Julio for about half a week. It was a cool day, probably somewhere in the seventies for a high (and that's thinking warm), I suspect it was more upper sixties. What memories!

So the critical question, do I admit defeat and start the coffee, or do I try to go to bed?
Hugs!
Nickie