(Toledo, OH) Those who know me, or who have followed my writing for some period of time, are aware of my occasional difficulty in falling asleep or staying asleep.
Tonight is one of those nights.
My last caffeine consumption occurred ten hours ago, so I can rule that out as a contributing factor. My stress levels are fairly low, as I enjoyed a day of putzing around the house and working on a variety of writing projects.
One of my old stand-by techniques - eating an item high in sugar - failed to give me the expected rush-crash cycle for which I hoped.
I am also avoiding the easy temptation of the bottle of NyQuil in my cupboard. While momentarily effective, I tend to be groggy for hours after I wake up from my Green Coma.
No, not even cranking out a thousand words on my thesis worked tonight.
There is a dog barking outside tonight, the only nearby citizen joining me in fitful rest. He seems half-hearted in his canine commentary, as if going through the motions of earning his keep; his is definitely not the bark associated with strangers walking outside or wayward opossums.
The sound of a muffler-less motorist keeps rumbling through my neighborhood now. He is not close enough for me to look at out the window, even if I were motivated enough to be curious.
Besides, it is not as if my sleep is being disturbed.
There is a moment each night when insomniacs realize that sleep cannot be coerced by any means to arrive, and that they may as well do something more constructive than toss in bed.
So I shall surf the Net, looking for some unusual story to read, and try again about 3:30 am to see if the gods of sleep have finished toying with me.