Waking up this morning with sleep in my eyes, I wipe them clean with the cuff of my sleeve and then climb out of bed. Before standing up, I scan the room for any gifts 'she" may have left me last night. As I think back to yesterday, I note it was such a strange day, that I had a hard time sleeping all last night.

That is really saying something, considering every day for me is stranger than for most. If I stop to really think about it, I might go insane just by all the nightmarish ...