It returns
This being the third sleepless night in less than a week, it's safe to say that the insomnia is back.
The only time it ever really goes away is when Christa is sleeping beside me. But the usual nonsense has been upgraded to full blown frustration.
It's not terribly late, but I hit the hay at 9 p.m. tonight because I was so beat I couldn't keep my eyes open. And now, six hours later, I've slept not a bit. Stupid.
Ask me if I'm amused.
I blame my cold. It's been having me sleep at odd hours this week and it's completely thrown me.
The only time it ever really goes away is when Christa is sleeping beside me. But the usual nonsense has been upgraded to full blown frustration.
It's not terribly late, but I hit the hay at 9 p.m. tonight because I was so beat I couldn't keep my eyes open. And now, six hours later, I've slept not a bit. Stupid.
Ask me if I'm amused.
I blame my cold. It's been having me sleep at odd hours this week and it's completely thrown me.
