At the end of crawling on knees through mud tunnels, running through waist deep disgusting lagoons, and running for 3.1 miles at the OC Mud Run, Kendall made a profound observation.  ”You know mom,” he said, “even though you have been running and training and all I have been doing is sleeping, I did not need to stop during the Mud Run.  You did.”

I looked at him silently, contemplating his face.  There was no malice or teasing.  It was simply an observation on his part.  And, it was embarrassingly true.  ”It just proves,” he continued, “that sleep is the best medicine.”  I thought about this while I studied his face and realized he was absolutely right.  If I scheduled my life around the necessary amount of sleep, I am certain my life would be more, more, what? Stable? Predictable? Peaceful? Manageable?  I can’t find the right word – maybe because maybe there isn’t just one.  Maybe because there are so many words that would apply if I slept more.  And maybe because I am just too tired to think.