Can't unlearn not being able to get to sleep. Or unlearn to nudge the dog as he whimpers in his sleep. I suppose everything has their nightmares, even dogs. Unfortunate.
And it's only at night, too, that I am troubled. By all the rotten thoughts around my head. About past mistakes. About mistakes I haven't even made. About things I can't do anything about. About everything I don't know or I am unsure about. (which seems to be just about everything)
I think sleep is my ally. Sleep thinks I am it's enemy.
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