I wake to a head ache.  The dull, throbbing kind.   It's time for milking.  My farmer brings me an Advil.  I fall back to sleep.  When I wake again it is to moon beams streaming into the room.  I glance out the window.  The view breath taking.  The moon; full, bright.  Illuminating.  I lay there for a moment.  Those first few moments of waking are always difficult.  I purposefully change my thoughts.  2 Corinthians 10:5 We demolish arguments  and every pretension that sets itself up against  the ... View Post