Insomnia isn' pretty.
And most often it isn't caused by something dramatic. At my age, it's just part of a suite. And it doesn't help that Mr. Celia is a world-class snorer. Seriously, he could win a gold medal in the Snoring Olympics. So I get up, put on my slippers and robe, pour a glass of soy milk , read a few blogs, write a bit, and fret about going back to bed. The one thing I can't stand is laying there listening to Mr. Celia sleep. It gets to the point where I just wanna punch him. Sleeping like that.
Then, suddenly, it's 5 a.m. and I'm ready to go back to bed for the day. But there's usually work to be done. No rest for the weary.
And then some things are worth getting up for. Being up for.
Let's change that to S is for Sunrise.