We went up to bed about an hour ago. The second my head hit the pillow I was wide awake. Heart hammering. Mind racing. Imagination out of control. If there's anything I've learned it's that there's little point to staying in bed when insomnia comes calling. Raise the white flag and surrender. That's the best thing you can do.



I'm downstairs now in the living room, typing by the light of the laptop's screen. I should work on the book in progress. I should answer some letters. (I should scrub the kitchen floor but let's not get crazy.)



Certainly one heck of a way to welcome in my birthday, isn't it?