My wife is laying in bed to my right.  She is laying with her head on a pillow.  Her knees are up and she holds an iPad in her left hand.  She is manipulating this with her right index finger.  She is wearing a pink top.

The bed is covered with a dark grey fleece blanket that we purchased in 100 mile house two summers ago as we drove to Alaska.   Under tha is a synthetic duvet.  We will likely dig out our silk duvet when the weather gets colder.   Under the duvet are fitted flannel sheets.

At my feet lays my dog.  It has been a boring night for him.  He hasn’t gotten any exercise to speak of.  I will remedy this tomorrow as I feel guilty about it. His head is facing the outside of the bed and he is perpendicular to me.   I can hear him breathing.  ‘

I am sitting upright in bed.  I am typing on a laptop.  I am wearing a black nightshirt that has Budweiser written on it.  My sister gave it to me for Christmas many years ago.

The wind is blowing outside.  The skin on the backs of my hands is dry.  I left my glass of water by the sink and i want it. I am slightly thirsty.

I am slightly thirsty and I am typing.  I can feel my fatty chin press against my neck.

It is comparatively quiet now.

I can feel sleep moving toward me.

I need sleep.

Echinacea

Cold FX

Lysine

these have become my friends.

the silent deepens and the mind drifts to a time when I was looking for a schnuder in an Icelandic gas station.

goodnight