3 a.m. Can't Sleep

11 a.m. on day two of my vacation. On my to do list: clean cabinets, scrub front porch...etc.

I tear up 12 pack cardboard boxes of beer and soda to throw them away. Crumpled inside the beer box I find this note.

I ask Charlie about it. He says he dropped it on the yellow kitchen counter about 3 a.m. this morning before he drove to Wal-Mart. It was a sleepless night on D street despite taking Trazodone and Klonopin. (Kathryn)