A night cap of cranberry tea

I come to bed realizing the day slipped away and all I did was stay off my feet. Bliss for sure. Cranberry tea and what remained of chocolate cake was demolished.

Although I realized grunge isn't a style I like but when sleeping all day and moving the length of a sloth in a marathon. I realize it's okay not to want to do anything.

Then finally falling asleep after reading 3 books and doing so much research I felt accomplished. Yet sleep was short lived. A whole forty minutes in a chair.

Now laying in bed my mind wanders over the projected fourth quarter of work. The countdown of the months begin and my challenge is in full swing.

Started last week, I am grateful for the tolerances and the changes. Every step since that day, beginning, I found delight.

No test too small and all that will hit me from here out will be sought with the lighter side of things.

So sure no sleep comes yet but perhaps that of reading more will break the cycle. Ending in deep sleep without odd conversations of wood workings, drinks and odd compliments of shoes.

Plenty of goodness to go around. And when the final day comes, I will be grateful to the beneficial changes that occurred in my life.

So right now just reading over some graphs, math percentages and good quotes. Maybe the hope of a documentary too. 

Perhaps the oddness of me finds them quite fascinating over and photo of strange angles. Painted shapes and cloth stretching.

Yeah.

So this part of me says