Decisions

One decision to do something for myself, and another decision to take the plunge.

Sunday. Understandably, it was a rough night. I fell asleep without too much trouble; washing down a cocktail of melatonin and Benadryl with a couple of shots of Canadian Club helped. Just now, my phone’s autocorrect tried to make that last sentence say “I feel asleep”. It’s an appropriate phrase. Yet again, I’m feeling like…