Could be a long night: restless, searching, disquieted, concerned. Brain is going fast enough that tiredness is unlikely to successfully shut it down. So many good reasons for hope, for faith, for comfort, for joy. Much of it is even sinking in. Yet I'd be a huge liar if I said I was happy right now. I am not.
Perhaps a quiz will help:
Which Peanuts Character Are You Quiz
Please withhold your shock. Just give me my damn blanket.