Maybe I'll Catch the Sunrise

Can't sleep. Probably shouldn't be awake at 5 a.m. Or worse at 3:30 a.m. when I first woke up, turned on our bedroom TV and was actually laughing (out loud) at Arsenio Hall on an old Leno episode (who I know is NOT funny). My poor husband. He needs sleep to recover from yesterday just as much as I do. 

So now I'm back downstairs on the couch where there's already the beginnings of a worn rump mark in my corner spot. I'm making a big dent in the Edible Arrangement my Uncle and soon-to-be Aunt sent and it is delicious, though I felt guilty (for about a half a second) breaking up the adorable daisy designed with melon ball and pineapple. I guess it's good that I have an appetite, albeit it creeps up at 5 a.m. 

I've been reading a barrage of e-mails that have come to me and Craig and am so unbelievably touched by the encouragement from all my friends, family, current and former co-workers. Not that I expected any less as I am so lucky to be surrounded by such amazing people, but I am so humbled by everyone's outpouring of confidence in me and positive encouragement.