From the editor: Searching for Mr. Sandman

Tap, tap, tap. TAP, TAP, TAP. A increasingly more insistent furry paw was tapping out an urgent Morse code on my forehead this morning. I opened my eyes to find it was 4:42 a.m. – way too early to be rolling out of bed. Yet, there was no ignoring my pup who clearly needed to go outside. So, I pulled on my coat and boots and ventured out with her into the cold night air.

Once she had done her business, we came inside and she hopped up on the bed and fell soundly asleep again. Ah, but if only I could have done the same. Instead, I tossed and turned and tossed and turned cursing Mr. Sandman for ignoring me.

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