Sunday is purportedly a day of rest yet I was up and ready to rumble at 3am.
I slept 4 hours and knew it was not enough, but sleep eluded me.
Saturday, I had an amazingly serene day at the beach…absolute perfection!
I exercised, relaxed, enjoyed a glass of Sangiovese, watched the latest installment of Hacks and went to sleep at 10:30pm. I was up and refreshed and looked at my phone…11:55pm.
Fell back to sleep and it was 3am.
I caught up on my NY Giants draft selections and sleep ran an end run that went nowhere.
I am on the patio witnessing a beautiful sunrise before my early morning swim.
Life is good, but I am continually Sleepless in South Florida.
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