blasted insomnia. I am supposed to wake up in less than 6 hours. Yet, here I am all bright-eyed. I’m not anxious, not really, just concerned that I will be exhausted tomorrow during a busy morning shift — the hotel was a full house last night, and again tomorrow night. But I’m not anxious about the work. So, not wanting to let my brain associate the bed with sleeplessness, I got up and plunked myself here.

That codeine-spiked cough syrup isn’t doing much. And the last couple of sirens weren’t soothing either, although I can usually ignore those.

I can always rest on the commute, at risk of missing key stops!