My kid sister got married recently. I guess she's not a kid anymore. Two weddings down; two weddings to go.

Short version: She got a letter one day from a boy she'd known years ago. He told her he wanted to meet up with her. She didn't know why, went to see him, and he said he wanted to date her. They married less than a year later.

My insomnia has made my recent history a bit blurry. I feel slightly cheated that nothing in life is very sharp or clear.

Names, faces and events all blend together to a dull, soupy grey.

But for just a little bit, it was as if someone turned up the volume and brightened the picture; I could see that she was happy.

In the scheme of things, it's more than a fair trade.