Why can't I sleep?

It's two AM and I should be sleeping. But I cannot.

I don't like the pensive me, I prefer the me who rolls into bed and falls asleep right away.

Pesach is almost here, the most restrictive and stressful holiday of them all.

Everyone is gone, to London and France and Israel and Belgium and scattered between Chicago, Miami and everywhere in between. It seems so strange to have everybody gone.

I'll be in Europe too you know.

The things one does to escape reality.