On the 8th day of Christmas...

On the 8th day of Christmas my Daisy gave to me... 8 restless hours of sleep. I'm honestly looking forward to even a few hours of actual sleep. At this point, I lay down to sleep for more than 8 hours but I don't sleep. I have to get up to pee, to change positions, or to relieve the wrinkles on my sides from the bunching of the sheets or my shirt. How nice it will be to be able to get comfortable!