After finally falling into a light sleep around 1:30 this morning, I awoke less than two hours later from a screaming nightmare. You know the kind, adrenaline-rush, heart-racing, gut-wrenching fright that makes you sit straight up in bed and scare the bejesus out of your beloved.
I blame the rattlesnakes.
Of course, when an ophidiophobiac wakes from the mother of all snake dreams, she’s not going back to sleep anytime soon. And beyond that, my mind decided it was the perfect time to solve the problems of the world. Well one problem. Ad nauseum . . . or perhaps that should be ad insomnium. Anyway, no rest for the weary last night.
Which brings us to today. And the necessity to make it through the day with no appreciable sleep.