"To sleep, perchance to dream- ay, there's the rub."*

Is there nothing worse than feeling so very tired, yet being unable to sleep?

Tthe title of this post comes from Hamlet's "To Be or Not To Be" soliloquy and has more to do about suicide rather than physical rest, but I like this quote nonetheless for its wistfulness.  For right now, I feel wistful for my bed.

We have had a busy weekend of preparing for family visits and trawling the city with a group of 10 people. Being 5 and a half months pregnant with a toddler in tow certainly makes it more tiring, but it was heartening to see my daughter so warmly received by her cousins (4 boys, ranging from age 13 to 7!)

So tonight as I try to finish stripping the beds and gathering the used towels while desperately wanting to head to bed and dream, I will think about the warm feelings brought on by seeing my husband's family, the adventures we had while visiting the Empire State Building, Ground Zero and South Street SeaPort.  And not to be forgotten, the great fried chicken we ate.  (Kyo-chon... this chain of korean friend chicken is a revelation!)









*Hamlet (III, i, 65-68)