Tonight I am sleepless, though I’m challenged to explain why. It has been a particularly busy and wonderful week with an extremely busy and long day behind me. But I’m oddly void of the frustration that usually besets me in such situations. My hubby snores softly on one side of me, my pooch snores much more loudly on the other. Outside my bedroom window is a field alight with fireflies. I sip my tea. I research espresso makers. And then I realize why I am not sleeping tonight.