Last night I couldn’t sleep.  I played solitaire until my IPad battery died and I couldn’t find the charger in my kid’s room without turning on the light and waking her up.  Her floor is a mine-field of little sharp, pointy toys (I call them vacuum cleaner food).

Then I tried to catch up on my supposedly quick daily journal pages.  They aren’t getting down daily because I am sick of trying to create something original with a bird on it.  I’m going to get it done because I committed to doing it publicly, but it’s going to be 30 quick bird journal pages in the month of September…instead of daily.  Just a matter of semantics, right?  Anyway, I was going to do a couple of pages, but spilled an entire mason jar of water-colored water on my journal, desk and self.  All the clean laundry is piled in our bedroom and in the closets and I had trouble finding something to wear without turning on the light and waking up my husband.

Next, I decided to look at blogs on wordpress and found a ton of cool art, most of which I wish I had thought up and created.

At 3 a.m. I decided to try and sleep again.  I lay down and almost instantly had a brilliant idea for a journal post.  By then I was sleepy so I just knew I would remember the post without jotting it down in my idea notebook by my bed.  How could I possibly forget such an amazingly genius idea.

This morning, I’d completely forgotten I even had an idea.  Now, at almost two in the afternoon, I vaguely remember that I had an incredible idea.

But, of course, for the life of me I can’t remember what it was.  No clue.  Not a hint.  As in, completely and utterly vanished.

I do remember that it was awesome.

So…you’ll just have to take my word for it.  It was brilliant, I tell you!