Sometimes I can’t sleep.  So I watch videos.  Or I read.  But mostly I sit with my notebook in my hand, doodling or writing.  Or trying to write.  Tonight, I considered that I must have issues, and I have no clue what they are.  I mean, some of them I do.  But some of them I know exist and I don’t even know what they are.  It made me kind of chuckle.  Then, I thought, that’s a pretty wisdomous thought, so I should share it.  Because surely, I am not the only one who feels this way.