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Need Sleep!

Remember I had the allergic reaction to red wine on Sunday? I tried drinking a glass on Monday and had another reaction, so I decided to go a week without before I try again. But, the reason I became a one a day glass of red wine drinker is because I don't sleep well. My glass of wine after dinner relaxed me just enough to allow me to get 6 hours of sleep.

I can never shut down at night. If you only knew how many blogs I wrote in my mind, re-decorated the house, worked on a new business venture along with working on The Shutter Release Event. I thought about  Easter, the weekend, a new car, my mother, and on and on it goes. I'm not sure what time I finally fell asleep, but I woke up with a headache, and now my mind is all over the board. I need my wine!

So to touch on a few of the things that were on mind last night. For one, I didn't realize this weekend is Easter so I have nothing planned, which means we will not be doing anything special. As for my house, I am ready to purge it and become a minimalist.  http://www.becomingminimalist.com/2010/02/02/our-definition-of-minimalism/ The new business venture is being pitched this week, The Shutter Release Event has consumed me because of all the work involved with branding and organizing. The weekend - hoping to get my back fixed so I can quit walking bent to one side and workout again. As for my mother, she's been on my mind quite a bit lately. Maybe it's because I haven't been to the cemetery in awhile, or maybe talking about heaven at church triggered a memory of her asking before she died, where is heaven?





Any ideas on how to fall asleep without a prescription let me know... Happy Thursday!

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