Hello and good morning. Morning where I admit being sorry. Sorry, but I'm here moaning again. Again about poor sleep. Sleep that was disrupted by intrusive thoughts and hormones. Hormones that can get in the bin, but I've come to accept. Accepting is easier than fighting. Fighting is the least of my priorities. Priorities for me are family and health. Health presently is about my clinic visit tomorrow. Tomorrow is intruding into my thinking. Thinking maybe I should concentrate more on the present, on today. Today, my bike is coming back from the repair place and we're going to the theatre tonight. Tonight, maybe I'll sleep better, and maybe I won't. #Today #IsItPoetry