Insomnia has been tightening it's grip on me lately. Maybe it's stress, maybe it's boredom, maybe it's just that time of year where the seasons are shifting and my internal clock has decided that since there is more daylight I must be awake to encounter it. Which, in theory, is not such a bad thing. But in practice, I can't seem to find the actual justification. Especially since it's dark outside. Theory annihilated.
The weeks are blurring together more frequently now. Soon summer will take over and I'll lose any sense of reason I had about the passage of time and it's inevitable came, saw, conquered. But I'm ok with that.
I spent the weekend with my beautiful girl. Making a massacre of her arm and learning that army folk can drink and still yell bingo. I lost out on winning a pretty bitchen camping stove by one unlucky cut of the cards. Such is life I suppose. We're all one card away from loss. The trick is appreciating the consolation prize.
My angry stomach seems to be back in full force. As is my inevitable two months of allergies and asthma (see above mention of seasons shifting) time to bust out the ole bag of medical tricks I guess. Could be worse, I could still be in Ontario where the snow hasn't even begun to melt (sorry Ontarians...only not sorry at all)
I think maybe I'll try to sleep. Maybe I'll try to write or read or do backflips on the balcony. Mostly though, I think I'll try to hug my cat and be grateful.