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When I tell you I don’t sleep, I am not bragging. Nor am I complaining. I’m just stating a fact. And perhaps looking for some sympathy or justification on why I look so bad.

I once was a sleeper.

Decades ago, I could sleep until noon or later any given day of the week. Of course, that was when I really was a night owl and wasn’t getting into bed until the wee hours of the morning.

That’s all changed now. I can go to sleep at 3 a.m. and in two to three hours, I am wide-eyed and ready to start my day.

I’m Thomas Griffin and I moved my small business to Williston about six months ago.

I recently attended a meeting on planning the future of Williston. I have also spent some time with numerous small companies in the region and learned this greater area has a very distinct affiliation with craftmanship and heritage.

What is it with women and their hair?

Good hair days, bad hair days. We seem to be ruled by the shape, cut and color of our hair.

The female friends I have who aren't concerned about their hair have done the thing that makes the most sense – they've cropped it close to their heads leaving no question about whether it's a good hair day or not. Every day is the same.

I wish I were one of those women who didn't worry about their hair. But I'm not.

Birthdays have always been a really big deal in my family.

Growing up poor, there weren't parties and decorations. Instead my mother always made our favorite dinner and a homemade cake – whatever we wanted.

When I had children of my own, I was financially better off so there were parties, decorations, cakes, presents. I tried to make each birthday as special as possible because my children are special – and it's their day to celebrate just how extraordinary they are.