Last night, Quodlibet came over for a visit.

We ended up chatting until close to 10:30 at night. We ended up talking about some pretty deep and philosophical subjects.

After she left, I tidied up the house until about 11pm and then I headed to bed.

Where I tossed and turned.

And I turned and tossed.

I finally fell into a restless sleep.

I was not asleep for too long when I heard Sean arrive home from his day of flying.

I started dreaming about all of the conversations Quod & I had. Each time I turned over in my sleep (which felt like it was every minute) my mind would race back to our conversations.

I don't think my mind rested all night.

I am hardly awake right now.

The moral of this story??? Don't wax philosophical late at night!