Adjusting to this new sleep routine could be the ticket to acceptance. Despite its initial challenges, I must grow accustomed to the restless nights rather than expecting to drift off effortlessly like a walrus with a belly full of fish. The mystery of how I could blackout in a split second when battling COVID-19 remains bewildering. Yet, dwelling on the recent nights’ trials serves little purpose when more pressing matters demand attention. What’s the use of moaning about sleepless nights anyway? Will it erase them from my already wonky memory? Not likely. Instead, I’ll focus on achieving my goals and bolstering my health. Talking of health, since the weather was so beautiful, we wanted to take Abby, our little four-legged rascal, for her afternoon walk. We thought we would kill two birds with one stone by taking her with us and enjoying the mellifluous weather in her company. We couldn’t have been more wrong. She made it clear how she felt about our plan as she trudged along with a h...