The Land of Nod
From breakfast on through all the day
At home among my friends I stay.
But every night I go abroad
Afar into the land of nod.
All by myself I have go,
With none to tell me what to do–
All alone beside the streams
And up the mountain-sides of dreams.
The strangest things are there for me,
Both things to eat and things to see,
And many frightening sights abroad
Till morning in the land of Nod.
Try as I like to find the way,
I never can get back by day,
Nor can remember plain and clear
The curious music that I hear.
Robert Louis Stevenson
It’s been a long, difficult week.
But not without its good moments, moments I’m thankful for.
When I went out to leave for work this morning, I was delighted to find a mother dog and her two puppies visiting my dogs through the fence. The puppies, about the size of a shoe, were absolutely fearless with my brutes, even nipping at 145 pound Luke’s nose through the fence. It was a happy way to start the day. As I was driving off, laughing at their antics, they bounded toward home. There was no sign of them this afternoon.
Tonight, I’m hoping for:
Neighbors who aren’t screaming unkind things at each other outside where the whole neighborhood can hear whether we want to or not.
Sleep…no bad dreams, no middle-of-the-night panic attacks, simply sleep for more than two hours.