I Don't Know How to Count Sheep

It's a very weird time, in general. It's a very weird time to be unemployed, and it's a very weird time to be quarantined with my relatively new husband in a one-bedroom apartment. When I had a job, there would be month-long periods where I struggled to quiet my mind enough to fall asleep. Some nights I'd plug my phone in across the room. Some nights I'd give up and unlock it, making a list of the ideas I'd had for work in my notes app at 3:30 AM.