I slept 8 1/2 hours last night.

EIGHT and a half hours!!!!!

Yay!

Today I am thankful for:

• Emma, who brings joy to my life and this morning told me that I look pretty,
• my cats, especially the elderly senile gentleman cat who seems to have recently remembered what the litter box is for and where it is located,
• mint tea, which both wakes me up and calms me down.

It's the little things...

Wow, that work thing that I was awake and obsessing about from 3am to 6:30am (just in time for my alarm to go off) was so not worth the loss of sleep. I fixed the problem in less than an hour this morning.

It's likely that work was not the root of the wakefulness, only what was on the surface. I wish there was a switch that I could flip to completely shut down my brain when needed.

Stupid monkey mind that won't shut up and leave me alone...

Words With Friends, you need to stop and think about what you are saying before you start scolding me.

I suppose one good thing about insomnia is the amount of reading I get done. I haven't slept since Tuesday night, and since Wednesday afternoon, I've read The Hobbit, the entire Lord of the Rings series, and Harry Potter volumes 5-7.

Approximately 1.2 million words.

Big step forward yesterday. Somehow, I don't feel much sense of relief. Mostly I just feel sick.