Methought I heard a voice cry, “Sleep no more!
Macbeth does murder sleep”—the innocent sleep,
Sleep that knits up the raveled sleave of care,
The death of each day’s life, sore labor’s bath,
Balm of hurt minds, great nature’s second course,
Chief nourisher in life’s feast.

Sleep , another simple pleasure oft elusive. Have no links , no videos , no words today. If I had would share . So much advice on room temperature,what to eat,what to wear , what to do, google to your hearts content . But for me it’s as simple ( interesting auto correct sinless) as laying head down when at peace with who you are and where on life’s journey.

Sweet dreams



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