I fall asleep reading articles on the necessity of sleep.
Maya Angelou helps me with the Christmas lights but Jeff Bridges keeps telling me we need to go for a ride. What a great night, he says. Let's do it. Maya can handle Christmas.
Maya raises an eyebrow and Jeff picks up a tangled strand of lights, waits till she is not looking and then winks at me.
The phone rings and I leave the room.
Now I am going back to sleep to see if I can find that room again.
Sweet dreams and gratitude.