Ramblings fueled by Life, Food & Cycling
@ 39.51 n 106.06 w
Sometimes the arms raise up out of the bed and (maybe it's the bed itself) hold me down for a 6 or 7 hours, 8 just doesn't happen but when a good night gives you the chance... I have my pieces and my fog. Now, I have the chemistry of a good sleep coursing through the micro tears to repair them, like a slow leak. I'll try to put the puzzle together.