I close my eyes and count to ten. I get to ten and then I count to twenty. I am awake enough and debate if my day will start at 2:37 am. I count to thirty.

With the covers pulled up to my shoulders, I tell myself not to conjure up the random thoughts that pop into my head in the middle of the night. Put them in a box, Laura.

Someone is snoring- either my husband or one of our Bernese Mountain dogs. One of them is sleeping behind my knee- it’s Elliott, not my husband.

I count to ten again. And somewhere between the numbers four and seven, I remember- I forgot to Google Burl Ives.

You know the voice of Sam the Snowman in Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer. Well, I can’t Google him now so I count to ten, again. Earlier in the day (now yesterday), I heard one of his Christmas songs and I just well.. wondered. What’s Burl Ives’s story?

And then that got me thinking- what is the funniest thing you found yourself thinking about at 3:12 am? Please share in the comments or in my email.

Oh, and you can find Burl Ives’s story here on his Wiki page.

Well, there is always that stack of tissue paper to iron. Keep reading!


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  1. I used to wake up in the wee hours of the morning and try my hardest not to think of anything. Somehow, that didn’t work. After about an hour of mulling over everything, I’d drift back to sleep. I hardly ever wake up anymore. I’m older and I tire easily. Haha.
    Happy autumn.
    Karen B.

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