What a great word, cowardice. It makes me think of how afraid I am to truly express myself in my blog posts. I tell bits and pieces of my story, but no one will ever know the entire truth. There is one exception to my statement about people not knowing my story. God knows my story; He knows who I truly am.
One of the down sides to me having an excellent night’s sleep is the probability that the next night I won’t be able to sleep at all. This happens all to often in my life, no good thing goes unpunished. Or something like that.
It’s 2:54 AM and I’m still waiting for the Sandman to come fly by my window, or stop in for a visit, or what ever it is he’s supposed to be doing. I wonder if the generation that’s growing up now knows what/who the Sandman is. I guess that would depend on the kid’s parents.
I’ve been dozing off and on for about four hours now, but no good deep sleep, makes for a very unpleasant day the next day, or in this case today. Well it’s Sunday, and General Conference to boot, at least I don’t have anything pressing that needs to be done today.