Nothing’s the matter

“What’s the matter?” Red asked when she made a 4 a.m. pit stop and saw me sitting in my office writing in my journal.

“Nothing’s the matter,” I said. “I just couldn’t get back to sleep.”

And it was true. Yes, I’d given up trying to go back to la-la land after 15-20 minutes of my mind bouncing around about things that needed to be done that day, preparing for a coming snowstorm, clipping dog nails, cleaning my messy office, getting back to practicing guitar, reading Discworld books, wri...