And then there was light

I was just feeling drowsy. Almost there. Sleep would be round the corner.

I'd been reading a particularly interesting book by Carl Sagan called"Broca's Brain".

Feeling sleepy.

Tiring day.

And just then the tiny critters stopped flowing.

For some vague unfathomable reason Mr. Sandman's tiny specs of dust also disappeared.

What do I do now? I'll blog. Haven't done that in a long time.

And just as I was reaching this particular sentence of my story, rightabout the place where I said "time", something miraculous happened.

:) Can't fault the dude's timing, can you?