Or, as in this case, they are both the same person: me. I’m not sure exactly what it is. I think it might be the heat. Could also be the congestion, or the fact that my brain has been churning on this story. I managed to get some sleep between 11pm and 1am, but haven’t slept since. I came down stairs around 2am, turning up the air conditioning and tried to drift off on the couch where it was a little cooler, but that didn’t work either. Went back upstairs, tossed and turned for another 45 minutes and gave up. My alarm was set for 5am which is less than two hours away, so what’s the point, really?
So rather than waste time tossing and turning, I’m going to spend the bulk of the next few hours writing. Looks like there are a few other writer-people online to keep me company. 🙂