As I struggled all day yesterday with focus, I thought, "Well I missed sleep last night worrying, but at least I'll sleep good tonight."
Last night I woke up at 2 a.m., worried about beavers.
This is not like me at all.
It turned out to be a good thing I suppose, since I was awake at 3:30 to hear the distant tornado sirens.
(Not an actual picture of the storm.)
We spent half the night in the shop, watching tv reception fade in and out.
I don't think that fitful sleep with your clothes on adds up to much in the world of make-up sleep.
(Beavers are causing what I suspect is going to be a very expensive problem. More on this later.)