My insomnia started tonight with Neviyah rolling out of bed, and falling onto the floor. She was fine. A few tears. A little fit before falling back to sleep. Me? As usual, I am one who has trouble with the "falling back to sleep" part. Let's just say we could call it "my thinking time" or "insomnia," depending on what mood I am in.
I am in the family room. On the computer. The two Jack Russells are sleeping on a chair in my room. The Great Pyr is on the couch, sprawled out and lightly snoring. I can barely make out her white coat in this dark but I can hear her breathing, snoring lightly.
I have just finished reading the news. Reading about the devastation in Joplin, Missouri. I can't think about it too much because it is so close to us, and I don't want to entertain that it could happen to us. I am thankful for all the people who are helping the people of Joplin, the ones who can and do and are thinking about it. Helping out, in a physical way. Finding, comforting, supporting.
I also read about the Casey murder trial, the NJ budget, Strauss-Kahn, and other things. I listened to Bibi's speech to Congress and read various commentaries about it. I browsed the picture section, entertainment, health.
I wait to be provoked into some kind of feeling or attachment to anything I read. Instead, I yawn and realize maybe now I can get some sleep.