The taste of overthinking is salty, dry, and intermittently savory. This year there’ve been times when I couldn’t sleep.

But now the nights are cooler; yesterDay was 20 degrees cooler, and I’m living at the other end of the spectrum. Sleeping is the default. I go down for a quick nap and wake six hours later.

It’s beautiful. I chose to get up at 5:18 am.

There is a lot to do, and making money somehow is first on the list.

Here’s a story about why that’s harder than ever. Arizona’s Nurse of the Year just quit her good job, because it was killing her. “You just have … such anger, at the System …”

Yeah.

I have nothing to complain about personally. Life is amazing. For now.