We are back to nights when both children seem to conspire in robbing their parents of sleep. Squinx arose just as I was nodding off and began bawling inconsolably. I tried to talk to her, hold her, ask her questions to snap her out of it; nothing worked. She sat bolt upright and wailed, staring past me so hard that I even turned to look. Too many horror movies have taught me that children can see things adults can't, so imagine my relief when behind me I found no towering zombie or horned beast.

Little Roo just has nights where he sleeps on a thin branch, falling off anytime one of us moves -- or doesn't. Eventually, the fear that he will awaken keeps me from a deep sleep, and I arise at 5 a.m. thinking I'll have time to write, only to stop at the living-room sofa to recapture something, anything of a night's sleep in the hour I have before breakfast, Bible study, and shower.

So I've fallen short of writing a daily entry in this space. My apologies for that. I know it's disheartening to visit a site expecting new stuff each day, only to find the same ol' thing as yesterday. (RSS feeds can fix that, so as soon as I can set one up for you, I will.)

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