tired

Friday night bleeds into Saturday morning & I fear I will never sleep again.

In the middle of the night there is nothing to do but stare at the ceiling & hope your eyes will close. There's counting sheep, of course, but somewhere around 400 I have to wonder if it's working. There's relaxation, warm milk, even Tylenol PM, but no sleep.

Should I give up? Maybe get some work done? Grade a few papers? Practice the piano? Maybe clean out the refrigerator or re-line the kitchen cabinets with shelf paper?

Or should I lay still, staring at the ceiling in my pitch-dark room, waiting for morning?