Last week, it was a coughing fit. This week, it was a gnat.
At 3 AM — and I really don’t know what it is about that time, it seems to be my witching hour — there was a high whine just outside my ear, like some little dive bomber making a run . I swatted it away — and landed a pretty good whack on my ear in the process. If buzzy little friend hadn’t woken me up, that sure did the trick.
And this time neither idle internet browsing or bad syndicated television or local news did the trick. At 6 AM I gave up any pretense of getting back to sleep and just got out of bed. Now here I am some 13 hours later, having been awake for three more than that, and I’m amazed I’ve been able to string these sentences together.
So what am I doing right now? Watching Lawrence of Arabia. Because that’ll make it a short night.