Slumber, please

Sometimes life can leave me at a loss for words. I know you might find that unfathomable. I don't blame you really, but that doesn't make it any less true. I've not gone to bed before 3am the last 3 days and each time, I was having too great a time to notice the wee hour. I've cried. I've laughed. I have felt giddy, scared, jubilent, protective and tender-hearted (among the many). I feel like I have worked my heart muscle to the point of sheer exhaustion. I'll try to explain it in pieces as the week rolls on. . . But for now, I need my bed and a long, deep, dreamless sleep.