I can't sleep anymore. It's only 4 a.m. but my heart, my mind, my soul is on fire. I pour a cup of coffee, and the milk is past the date stamped on the plastic jug that will end up in a landfill. Not because I don't want to recycle it, but because there is no recycling center nearby that accepts them. I might repurpose it, I tell myself. Plant some seedlings for the garden, maybe, or just fill it with