Last Spring I had a bout of insomnia. I couldn't fall asleep or stay asleep once I did manage to drop off. It did really nasty things to my mood, usually so chipper. The wonderful Dr. Ryan prescribed Ambien and behavior modification and within a month I was back on track. One of the behaviors I had to modify was reading in bed. It's not allowed. The theory is that you train your mind and body to do nothing but sleep when you get in bed. Okay. I can buy that, but it was the hardest part of the regimen for me.
My sleep patterns are starting to get a bit out of whack again. Have I been consuming caffeine after lunch? No. Doing vigorous exercise in the evening? No. Reading in bed? Well, yeah. But I've read in bed since I was six years old. So now I have to find a way to fit a chair in my tiny bedroom so that I can read before I go to sleep just not in bed. In case you think that's quibbling on my part, the good doctor says that it is allowed.
Last night it took about an hour to fall asleep after I put the book down and turned out the light. Granted, I had a stressful weekend (migraine) and an even more stressful day at work (lots to do and, well, other stuff). Then I woke up just before four o'clock. I tried to get back to sleep but the brain wouldn't shut down. So I got up at five and started my workout in front of the news. The weather guy was talking about the lunar eclipse. So I walked out onto the deck and looked at it. Just a bit of crescent showed on the upper left side. The rest was red outlined against the gray predawn sky. Hanging right over the outline of the mountains in the west.
That image made a little bit of insomnia worthwhile.