I've had terrible insomnia lately. This morning, I woke up at 4am. When I got up to go to the bathroom, Steve woke up. "Are you up again? Don't you look at your iPad. Just go back to sleep," he lectured me. So, I sat in bed for an hour trying to fall back asleep.

Instead of sleeping, all of things that make me neurotic during the day ran through my brain. I thought of very witty responses that I should make to certain people. I'm sure that they will feel very small indeed, when they hear my wise commentary on their faults. Too bad that I'll never say any of those things in real life. 

So at 5am, I gave up and put some clothes in the dryer, piled up the unread newspapers, put away the CSA vegetables that were left on the counter over night, and watched the morning news. 

Yesterday, I researched pillows and mattress covers. Maybe I would sleep better if we had better pillows. I dragged the kids to Macy's with me and bought a couple of new ones. Didn't help. All that research actually made me more neurotic, because I found out that I am supposed to be washing the pillows every three months. Dust Mites! Arg!

I'm resisting the urge to google "insomnia," because I suspect that my sleep problems are related to aging. And that will just add fuel to my early morning neuroses. 

My best friend during those wee hours is my twitterfeed. There's always somebody else awake. They pass on links to articles that distract me from dust mites and witty responses. 

Maybe I need less sleep than when I was younger. Maybe I can use that time to get more writing done and accomplish more. When I was charging around the house at 5am, I had enough energy for a two mile jog. Three hours later, I'm thinking about a nap.