There were many times growing up when I would wake up in the middle of the night and my dad would be awake and in the living room watching TV until the "Star Spangled Banner" played and the picture reverted to the colored bars. Those of you who grew up with cable won't remember this, but channels used to go off the air. In his last years, when he had a computer and the internet (which he didn't understand at all, but loved) he could send email or search for sailors from the the Cronin, the destroyer escort he served on during World War II. But there was no doubt he was a night person.
I'm a night person too, but there is a point where the night person ends and the insomniac begins. Yesterday, I made the gargantuan mistake of crashing for an hour and a half in the late afternoon after a restless night the night before. You guessed it, last night I was awake until all hours. And when I finally did get to sleep, was it peaceful? Hell no! I had the weirdest dreams involving, elves, fairies, time travelers & HGTV Design Star winners. Even then, I awoke periodically to glare at the numbers on the clock hoping it would just be time to wake up and start the day. So today, I feel like I got run over by a truck - A BIG TRUCK! I had a quick catnap which has done nothing to rejuvenate me. I'm hoping I can stay awake until bedtime now, because if I don't, it will be another awful night. At least I will have the internet to keep me entertained. Yawn!
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