The 2 am Ramble
I'm going through another bad insomnia phase which, combined with this weird flu thing, is resulting in the oddest, most inconvenient sleep patterns. I'm awake all night and finally fall into an exhausted sleep about 7 am and then sleep until noon where I wake up groggy and completely lacking in energy. And during that 6-hour sleep, I wake up about every 90 minutes. I'm at the point now where I'm not sure whether to laugh or bash myself over the head.

But for now, in spite of the fact that tomorrow I must be up by 9 am and will, therefore, probably spend my day on 2-hours of sleep, I am enjoying the weirdness of insomnia. The watching of movies all night. The all-night reads. The bowl of cereal at 2 am as I surf through the channels, cursing infomercials and wondering why there is absolutely nothing on that I want to see. I revel in the wonder that is TiVo as I clear my "Now Playing" list of old episodes of I Love Lucy and various history programs that I save for nights like this.

I relax into my nest of pillows and blankets and bet myself when the cat will uncurl herself from Husband's feet and come searching for her middle-of-the-night break (I'm betting I see her before 3). I spend my night watching Hercule Poirot solve crimes, or random archeologists dig up Egypt. I do a crossword puzzle and remind myself why I do not do crossword puzzles. I work on my awful American novel and try to figure out how I ended up with a scene in Prague with a mass murderer. I eat a box of raisins.

And I wonder if I will ever sleep again.

Probably not.