Tired

After 40 consecutive hours of being awake, I'm lying in my bed, completely incapable of falling asleep.  I am quietly restless.  I'm days away from vacation, another marathon call between me and freedom and I'm just tired.  And, by the way, my miracle died.  I come home each night from work and read her obituary (which stays minimized on my screen) and look at the online gallery - stealing glances at her life.  I don't know why.