Good morning my moveable skeleton

So it’s four in the morning. I have been up since two. I have discarded an 800 page book started another that lead me down a merry pinterest path looking up pictures of Jamaica. Most recently reading about the chronically ill philosopher Seneca.  

Why this rigorous course of study before my chickens wake up? My right arm was going numb and required relocation. And some of you thought you could only get a dislocation by doing something cool and dangerous like bear wrestling or hand to hand combat with a direwolf. It’s 4 am and I can’t convinve myself to get up and get a painkiller do not judge me. So nope nothing as cool as nature gone wild for me my battle was with a down comforter and to make things really humiliating the feathers won.