On sleeping

I love sleeping. There are few things as enjoyable as waking up, checking the clock, and sighing contentedly because I have another two hours before I need to get up. I wake up most mornings around 3, regardless, and sometimes it is because of dreams (as I have well documented) and sometimes it is my clock waking me up.

This morning, it is different. I tried sleeping at a decent point, and I did fall asleep for a little bit, but then I awoke, and tossed, and turned...and now...

I am awake. Not wide awake, but unable to sleep.

I blame part of this on the hubristic post from earlier where I credited the Mountain Goats with the ability to sleep well through the night.

I see much coffee in my future.