I was about to start fuming over the dog bone I tripped on and the baby’s toys I fell on, but then I saw these two on the bed and then I smiled. For a minute.
I’ve only been sleeping four to five hours lately and I think I know what the problem is. My phone sits just an arm’s length away from where I sleep. I check and answer email, write myself to-do lists for the following day, read the same book I’ve been trying to finish for a month and catch-up on the news. Because you really want to go to sleep knowing that the murder rate is higher than it was five years ago and the stuff the media told you was great for your health last month will now kill you.
So starting Friday morning, I am leaving my phone charging in my office. I will not check and answer email. I will not write myself to-do lists for the following day. I will not read the same book I’ve been trying to finish for a month. I will not read news. I will not read horribly depressing news about the world around us.
For one weekend, I’m going to free myself of this fucking ball and chain.
Unless I have an epiphany and have the need to write my greatest tweet ever.