I was up at four this morning, couldn’t sleep any more.
Worries about the four kids in my house running through my mind. Nighttime is the worst for worries, isn’t it? Somehow the dark and the sense of timelessness makes things worse instead of beter. Once daytime comes it often feels like light is literally shed in the dark corners of the mind, making the worries flee. Sometimes to even darker recesses, where they linger and return the night after, but sometimes they’re gone.
I hope they will be gone today.