There are times when we don’t sleep, it’s just a fact of life, and this morning is one of those times. I have taken large amounts of pain medicine this morning and it’s just a slow morning. What are we now, 12 days to D-Day? I’ve got it on my calendar but I’m not exactly counting backwards the days. Right now what’s on my mine is, where will we go first? Where will the spirit lead us first? Right now, I am listening to some old country, writing, and drinking my coffee. Today will be a long day. Neurologist. There will be many more cups of coffee ahead today. I am also thinking about her. Thinking about lots of things about her, some things that I cannot share online. I am not sleepy. I am desperately in need of a Sudafed. I do not wish to wake up mom in order to get myself a Sudafed. My ears are ringing and I do not know why. There are no tickets coming into my Freshdesk system, which is nice for a change.I am thinking that I need more coffee, and probably a couple of something ending in “codone”. Still, on morning like this, I am thankful. For the little things. For the beauty of life itself, the breath in my lungs and for the laptop on my lap that I am using to type this post. I am grateful for the neurologist that I am to see this afternoon. Iam most of all thankful that I will never be alone, that I will always have her by my side. Life was made for slow mornings.