And so why is it that I am sitting here now?
I mean, if we rose early and went for a hike (as we did), and if I worked outside in the dirt (as I did), digging and shoveling and lifting and dropping, shouldn’t I be at least a tiny bit sleepy?
So then just why is it that I am sitting here, my window perhaps the only one on the block lit up at this hour, when I should be on the other side of the house, lying next to the fair and industrious Trudy (who is fast asleep, I’ll have you know).
Just why is it?
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Shall we give it another try?