Sleep comes. Sleep goes. I never know. Another of the joys of the “Golden Years.” When I do sleep, I see war, death, destruction and more to come. So I don’t mind being awake, and tired.

Honorary Schizophrenic. Recent refugee. Displaced person. Old white male. Confidant of cassowaries.

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