Rolling Over

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.