counting Heffalumps...

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(but not feeling superior...yet!?...)






“But [Pooh] couldn't sleep. The more he tried to sleep the more he couldn't. He tried counting Sheep, which is sometimes a good way of getting to sleep, and, as that was no good, he tried counting Heffalumps. And that was worse. Because every Heffalump that he counted was making straight for a pot of Pooh's honey, and eating it all. For some minutes he lay there miserably, but when the five hundred and eighty-seventh Heffalump was licking its jaws, and saying to itself, "Very good honey this, I don't know when I've tasted better," Pooh could bear it no longer.”
A.A. Milne


(trust Heffalumps to help...tried my very effective lavender oil but...i'm having a bad cold so lost my sense of smell...and -"horror de horrores"- sense of taste as well...how can i possibly feel superior?....what's happening to me?...from sleeping beauty to sleepless wreck...)



“The last refuge of the insomniac is a sense of superiority to the sleeping world.”
Leonard Cohen




(another view from my window...)




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