My body has forgotten how to sleep when I’m here at home. Night after night I am distracted by all that I’ve accumulated, all that I’ve set myself to do, all that I feel responsible to complete. It’s exhausting to the point that I somehow hope to will it all away by watching it all night long.

Or something like that.

When I’m traveling, I sleep fine. In a tidy hotel room or guest bed, I’m not haunted by my prison of things.

Here, all I can see is failure. It runs deep.

At least I can sleep late if needed, but then I feel like a slug, you know? Anyway. I need to try and go to bed, at least for a few hours. Tomorrow is a new day.