The Hour of the Wolf.

[dolari]

I've been lying in bed for about an hour...I can't sleep. I close my eyes and I'm met with a parade of worries, marching before my eyes like a bad "Let's All Go to the Lobby" movie short ("and get ourselves an ulcer!")

There are money issues...not bad ones, but worrisome ones. There are job issues...not bad ones (anymore), but worrisome ones. There are the moving issues...not bad ones, but worrisome ones. There are Emily's issues...not bad ones, but worrisome ones. There are a Crapload of issues...not bad ones, but worrisome ones.

And as much as I know what I need to do, and why I need to do it, and the when. The HOW, not so much.

And all I can do until I get more info on all my worries, is watch the parade go by, and try not to fall asleep at work.