It seems to me that I should create another journal called Insomniac Almanac which would consist of entries made in the middle of the night when I ought to be sleeping.
I went to bed early, about 10:30, because I could no longer sit in this darned wheel chair. There was a baseball game, interesting late nite shows, and a couple of DVDs to watch, but I couldn't SIT any longer.
So by three am I am rested and my mind starts on a litany of plans, memories, and inventories of aches and pains. I call these the "tapes" because they run over and over. Sometimes it helps to get up and write. Having written, I can usually get back and snooze some more.
And some of my best entries have been made in the middle of the night. So, perhaps, a journal made up entirely of early morning ramblings and snippits from my "tapes" would be interesting.
And maybe not, and like this one, simply self-serving narcissistic sleep inducers.
Well, back to bed and see if it has worked.
Chuck, 3:13 AM