that's the reason for a notebook..

I thought of two posts to write last night, just before I fell asleep. They were going to be very pleasant. I’m not sure what they were, now, as I sit here. Then I think, that’s exactly what I brought my notebook for, I guess, I simply couldn’t be bothered to scribble them down. Step out of bed. Into the cold, just to write two little things down. I do get annoyed with myself. I always think I’ll remember them as I repeat them in my head several time at the time, then I sleep. Wake up. And I’ve forgotten. I must change that, maybe I’ll move my notebook next to my bed, with a pen.. yes, a pen would be a start. I’ll do that next time.