Visiting Insomnia

                                                            (Author not exactly as pictured. Truth be told
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It is 5:30 am, I've been up for two hours and I've killed one pot of coffee (with a little help from my husband) and am moving onto pot number two. Husband has just left for work and the house is quiet once again.

Why in the world was I up at 3:30 am? Either I lost my pillow or it is the dreaded Insomnia. Which is a strange place to inhabit. So many people are forced to visit Insomnia, but few like it. When I am exhausted, Insomnia is a torturous, wretched place. Nothing is pretty in Insomnia when I am tired beyond words and unable to sleep. It is no surprise why no one wants to live there.

Curiously though, there are times when visits to Insomnia are not that bad. It is a place to get a jump start on the day while everyone else is slumbering away. Wide awake, we are free to explore this strange world, knowing we will (god willing) not be back to visit for some time. Sometimes we walk around Insomnia, "shopping" for something to do. If we are feeling creative, we may pick up our latest knitting project, or perhaps, brush in hand, begin the first tentative stokes of a watercolor masterpiece. Another favorite stop is The Bookstore, and of course, The Kitchen. There is a universal belief that all sleepless people share: when in Insomnia, one should feed thyself. Or perhaps gorge thyself would be a more accurate description?


While forced to inhabit this strange land, most people end up stopping by the Television Shop, searching for something, anything, worthy of viewing. Depending on the hour, the selections are few, unless the Insomnia visitor actually enjoys infomercials. These poor, pathetic souls need help, of course, but in Insomnia anything goes.

Another favorite in Insomnia is the Computer Store. The internet draws the insomniac like a magnet to a refrigerator. (Really? That's the best she could do?)
The possibilities are endless when surfing the web, and since the visitor knows their time in Insomnia will likely be awhile, they are free to explore. Free to kill time, guilt-free, with the rationalization that they were forced to visit, so why not make the most of it?

Still others waste time in Insomnia blogging about inane subjects, such as being unable to sleep. Like anyone cares. We've all been there, and know we will be back. 

Thankfully, if anyone is reading this blog during one of their trips to Insomnia, utter and complete boredom will cut their visit in half.

Luckily for me, my trip is over.

Now, where's my pillow?