Not chocolate or ice cream or meat, not alcohol or cigarettes or cussing, oh no, none of these. It seems I have given up sleep for Lent. Or, at least it has given up on me. The recipe used to be easily created: lay on side, rest head on pillow, close eyes, drift off. I still follow the same steps but with different results, or no results at all. The silky blanket of dreams that neatly tucked under my chin has frayed to one silver strand. Teasingly it caresses my cheek yet whe