I was comfortable. My brain wasn’t working overtime. I had accomplished a lot during the day and I even had a glass of wine with dinner. But I still couldn’t get to sleep. We read until about 11. Usually I’m in dreamland well before this hour. But not last night.

We have been reading Bob Hoffman’s, “Annals of the Big Island ~ An Unauthorized Portrait of St. Croix”, and although I find the history intriguing, any history has been able to knock me out (ask any of my Jr. High or High School social studies teachers…). But not last night.

It was just hormonal I’m sure. I could tell early on that it would happen, since I’d had so much energy during the day. I moved furniture, re-potted plants watered other plants, wrote letters, did errands, organized rooms and made decisions about future organizational projects. Maybe I should have had some chamomile tea or a couple of beers. I haven’t been using any of the remaining tylenol pm or painkillers left from my surgeries last fall. But I really don’t want to take anything.

So I just tried my version of “counting sheep”. Then I got up to go to the bathroom and when I came back, I “counted” some more and fell asleep. I didn’t check the clock, so I have no idea how long I was awake, but Michael had tossed and turned a few times, returning to his version of sleep immediately after each move. He’s a good sleeper. I generally am, too. But not last night.