I have felt that God has been giving me an abundance of material for a book for quite some time. I am not a writer. I don’t know how to write a book. The saying “a writer writes” keeps coming to mind so I have sat down at my keyboard awaiting divine inspiration. My puppy Sophie is lying beside me, anxious to get down off the chair to play. But its time to sleep so I struggle to get her to quiet down. The TV is playing a recorded episode of Criminal Minds. This show is Mike’s sleeping pill. I am midst another hot flash with sweat dripping under my hair. As if this is not enough to keep track of I am half listening to Stasi Eldredge in the January message for the Women at the Well. I am on the edge of sleep. If I shut my eyes few minutes I would drift off to sleep since I am NOT in my bed. However, put me in bed and I am wide awake again. I hope to overcome the insomnia.