Sleepless In Ithaca

1:27a.m.
Glance at clock. This is not happening.
Lay in bed resisting temptation to do something stupid. Like Facebook.
Try breathing technique learned in meditation class. What? It could work!
Take Chinese Special Formula herbs.
Open computer. Read headlines. Wonder if I should feel alarmed.
Pirates indeed.
Close computer. Read interesting article on amazing COO of Facebook in Vogue magazine.
Some women have all the energy.
Turn light out.

2:48a.m.
Was it the red meat? Red wine? Both! Bastards!
Go downstairs. Refill water glass.
Consider cleaning up dining room from dinner guest. Not. A. Chance.
Go back upstairs. Listen to rain storm outside. I like Ithaca.
Charming Baby wanders in and climbs in and starts snoring. Men.
Leave light on.

4:19a.m.
This is not pretty.
Think of funny jokes to lighten mood. Afraid chuckling will wake others.
Allow Lulu to make pies on belly.
Allow Lulu to clean my arm. God am I generous.
Consider getting dog again.
Think of possible dog names: Lover Boy. Beast. Time Suck.
Maybe I should name something we already have.
Think of possible boat names: The Goodwife. Fast Company. Time Suck.

5:04a.m.
Hear bird chirp.
Game over.

How do you spend your sleepless nights?