To Sleep Perchance to Dream...

 

Me:  "So I've been thinking..."

Tom: "Of course you have."

I think and think and think... therefore, I don't sleep.  I can't turn myself off enough to have sweet slumber and maybe a pleasant dream about me as one of King Henry VIII wives riding a horse around the castle grounds and feasting on wine and turkey legs.  I don't sleep which means Tom doesn't sleep.  It also means that Tom gets to be the sounding board for all the random thoughts going through my feeble mind day and night.  Now this would be thrilling for him if I was thinking about things that actually made a difference in our world, but the truth is I swirl around ideas that are completely useless to most of humanity.  So as the years go by I can tell he's becoming numb to my rants of thinking -  this is a good sign.  He just might be able to spend eight more sleepless years with me.