Van Gogh’s “Starry Night”

It’s night. I have had a long and busy week. A fulfilling week.

I’m climbing the stairs now to bed and anticipating falling into the luxury of inviting, soft sheets. Mostly, I am thinking about a long and deep sleep–with no rush to arise early and nothing to do tomorrow. Nothing. 

This is random. I don’t know why, but at this moment I am pondering the thousands who are falling into bed now just like me, only bored out of their minds.

I am not one of them. I am just plain tired.