Monday, April 14, 2008

insomnia

It's one of those things that happens now and then, more often to those of us inclined to it. In my case there seems to be a family pattern - at least myself and my oldest daughter find ourselves sitting up in the middle of the night staring at the ceiling.
I've learned over the years, starting when I was around 14, I think, to just get up and either read or putter with a pen and paper for a few hours. Now the computer has replaced the pen/paper old school thing.
I suppose it is an improvement to do something that may be read by someone - makes it feel more like actually communicating. On the other hand, it is rather presumptious of me to think whatever thoughts are staggering through my head at this time of night are of any interest to anyone besides myself. The presumptuous part is that the thoughts make any sense.
For a few years now it has been aggravated by those expected symptoms of the hormonal balance fluctuating once again, this time to signal the end of child bearing years and the beginning of the cloak of invisibility that age seems to confer on women.