I’m tired. Not in the yawning way. In the wanting-to-collapse-on-the-floor/slightly-hallucinogenic way. I had forgotten how the combination of colic and sleepless nights felt–but now I remember! All my fantasies about an ideal life involve being unconscious for a four hour stretch.
So instead of coming up with brilliant posts for the next few months, I shall be depending every now and then on some of our classic GBG material. It’s from the days when only our friends and relatives were reading so it should be new to most of our readers and hopefully will remain helpful.
Thanks for understanding and for your encouragement. I know that one day I shall sleep again. (I also know that the day will be far, far in the future…)