It's 1:00am
My loving spouse is sleeping, offering me his chest as my pillow as he was mumbling off to sleep. My mother can be heard down the hall in the arms of Morpheus...look it up. The dog has jumped onto her favorite piece of living room furniture and her legs are kicking and eyes are rapidly moving...but me I'm on the computer.
It just happened, it sneaked up - or is it snuck up - then bam. I drank a cup, one, uno, une, at 9:30pm at a local eatery and now I can't sleep. I lay there and my mind just races. I used to drink a pot of coffee and - nothing.
As my best friend says, "It must be some communist plot!" When did coffee suddenly get an edge? How did that luscious, steamy, goodness
become the enemy to my dreams? Perhaps and this is the part that is really frightening...I will have to switch to decaf at night, in the early evening? Oh like the inability to sleep wasn't enough. Now nightmares of impending middle age!OK this getting older thing is officially not funny.
