Shattered Sleep

I was tired enough last night that I decided to drag my sorry carcass to bed at 8:00. I ate a little dinner first, but really didn’t want it. I found “Andy Griffith” on the tube, and kept that on as noise to keep me company while I ate; Tuesday is when the Socialist has…

Itching to Sleep.

One of the things that I’ve omitted mentioning recently is that I itch. I’m not talking little mosquito bite itch. I’m not even talking poison ivy itch. I’m talking itch that makes you seriously consider removing your skin down to the sub-dermal fat layer. I’m talking itch that makes you claw frantically at whatever part…