It’s Friday morning at 5:41 a.m. I’ve been up an hour. I didn’t want to get up. That scenario has played out all week. I get up in the 4 o’clock hour – usually half past by the time I’ve snoozed up as much as I can. I have not met my allotment of sleep for the week. I have been out every night doing……something! Monday night might have been the only night at home but I cooked dinner to give George a break and think that was the night I talked with a family member past my bedtime. Tuesday night was spent at the bookstore finding the right Bible…