Yesteryear

It's nearly two o'clock in the morning and I am UP staring at my computer screen. [Grumble] The house is filled with the soft snores of all who are abed, and I am envious of their ability to be asleep, tucked in beds all fuzzy and warm. I have given to perusing the web in search of something entertaining, or perhaps it would be better to find something that would put me to sleep. Insomniacs are us.

Toe wiggling?!? I have given up on the notion that a glass of hot milk or a steaming mug of cocoa will help. I have travelled down that path before to no avail. Nor has the heaping of heated blankets seem to have done its usual trick. So it is just me awake with my thoughts, surrounded by mugs and tucked under blankets perusing the web. Wondering when I will be able to get some rest from the natterings of my brain. When the weight of drooping eyelids will force me to seek the refuge of our bed, so that I may curl under warm blankets, snuggle up to my bestest half and dreams of pleasant things.