To bed. Without complaint.

I hardly ever complain. About feeling tired. Actually, I like the feeling. It’s a nice way to end the day.  A signal that it’s time to go to bed. And to have sweet dreams. Turns out. That I sleep best.  When I’m tired. No sense in forcing sleep if I’m wide awake. And full of vim and vigor.  Might as well stay up. And muse about my uncomplaining[ life. Often, I’m at my most productive state of being at 2 or 3 in the morning. If I start to fall asleep at my computer or while reading a book – well, it’s time to hit the sack. Without complaint.  My reward. For having savored a full day.  --Jim Broede

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