Poop Shute

Some nights are easy. Sometimes the sleep just rolls over you like a warm and gentle wave and carries you easily to the shore of morning. Sometimes.

Not tonight.

In fact, I haven't had one of those in quite some time.

Where I am it is 3:40 am. I need to get up at 8 am. Oh well. So, for my first day on the Texas job I will be a bit groggy. Not a big deal. I'm just hoping that this phase will end soon. I spent the better part of a year insomnia free, and it seems to have reared it's ugly head once again.

Ironically, I'm currently reading a book called Power Sleep. It's based on about sixty years of sleep research and it lays out for you all the ins and outs of sleep and then gives you strategies to get better at it.

Sadly for me I'm still reading the "ins and outs" part. No new strategies yet. So, here I am, nuzzling with my old friend the PoopShute.

Tangent time. New thought.

I'm considering using these six weeks in Texas as some much needed alone time. I will try to absent myself from social life and read more and meditate more and write more. I think it's what I need right now. Who knows, maybe I'll sleep better that way.

I know that what I don't need is another summer spent drinking and playing video games and watching DVD's of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

I also know I need to write more. Every day needs to see a little. The blog is good for keeping sharp, but it rarely sees anything of substance. I need to crank up some Mozart and just let the pen dance on the pages more. So much interesting stuff comes out that way.

Off to count sheep again. It's worth a try.