It’s nothing we’re not ultimately equipped to handle, and we shall. But sheesh, life is taking big bites of Lea and me right now.
According to well-placed sources, I haven’t regularly talked in my sleep in over a decade. It was always a sign I was stressed when I did. And apparently I am quite chatty these days.
We’re all healthy, and I’ve mostly kept good humor—but I’m absolutely collapsing into bed at night. It isn’t the most restful sleep, but it’s more restful than sitting up. That’s most of my explanation for how badly my writing here has suffered in the past couple of weeks.
I’m still keeping my notes and bits and hope to fully return here soon. Thank you for your thoughts and prayers, and thank you for reading BoWilliams.com.
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