Good morning.

Forgive me for the fog I'm in as I sit at my desk, looking out the window it faces, where snow is falling in huge flakes. Just last night I remarked to my dog, "Isn't it nice that you have access to the grass again?" and now, in a few hours or so, he will once again be forced to do his business in the areas that get shoveled.

"Why the fog," you ask? I did not sleep last night. I was wide awake, tossing and turning, staring at the clock, praying for sleep, counting backwards, doing breathing exercises, willing myself to sleep, to no avail. I even got up and took a TylenolPM around 3AM. Sometime around 5:30 or so I must have dozed off, because I was in a light, foggy sleep when my alarm went off at 7. Now, having read some scripture and had some coffee, I am feeling better, but foggy. In a few moments, I will have a quick shower, get dressed and head in to work in Manhattan.