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The Edinburgh Diaries. Chapter 2: Bedtime

I’m not sleeping. Anyone who knows me knows sleeping is something I am usually reeeeeally good at. Too good if anything. I put others to shame with how readily and easily I can fall into deep open jawed slumber.  I’ve slept through earthquakes, high winds, birds mating outside my window, frequent screaming matches outside my… Continue reading The Edinburgh Diaries. Chapter 2: Bedtime