Homemade wine.

I can't sleep. At the moment, my mind just spins with different scenarios. So I am up-- in the glow of my laptop and the kitchen light. It was snowing earlier, but it is not now. I wish it were. Just light enough to soften the night.
One of Josh's friends gave him some homemade wine tonight. He brought it home for me, since he doesn't drink wine. I have a bit of it with me now. It is deep burgundy sitting in my bell jar. It tastes thick and sweet, setting my tummy to a warm glow when it hits the bottom. I am hoping it will slow things down a bit, mentally.
I haven’t any idea why I let my thoughts consume me like I do. If I were a better person I wouldn’t allow it. As Kurt Halsey says in one of my favorites of his illustrations: “My mind is not strong enough to keep these thoughts out of my head.”