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So last night, during a fit of insomnia, I wrote a blog entry. I didn’t remember this until I was getting breakfast together and I saw my entry sitting on my laptop. Apparently I also did some work, because I scheduled a meeting for Monday morning involving several members of the team. Everything on the meeting request makes complete sense and it was something that I had intended to do anyway, but having actually done it but not remembering it until I actually saw the calendar entry was a little weird. It isn’t like I have some weird amnesia thing going on, but rather, I just remembered that I had done these things once I saw them, but didn’t remember them beforehand.

I remember being awakened around 2 last night and then falling asleep around 4 after reading a bit.

I’m a bit tired today, apparently since I was active last night, but for the most part the mood is pleasant and the day is good. I’m very happy that it is Friday. Earl and I have a date to watch “The Wizard Of Oz” tonight at home. I have promised him popcorn. We have altered our plans for the weekend and will be keeping it local. Sometimes a little rest and keeping it local keeps the positive energy in perpetual motion.



It is currently 3:54 a.m. in the Eastern Time Zone and I am wide awake. This is just lovely. I actually just did some work because I had some work things on my mind and I wanted to get them off my mind. I think I’m nuts.

I have noticed that when I am awake in the middle of the night and struggling with a bout of insomnia, I tend to write in a little more rambling style. This blog entry is an example of that. The words easily find their way to the keyboard after being formulated in my head, but it’s my brain that is thinking in more staccato terms.

I know why I’m awake right now. It’s because I fell asleep on the couch after supper. Earl likes “The X-Factor” and I sat down to get away from the computer and I promptly fell asleep. That was around 8:00 p.m. Possibly 8:30, so naturally, I woke up at 2:10 this morning and tossed and turned until coming down into my office and doing some work.

In reality, I need to get up in 94 minutes and get ready for the workday, because the work that I have done during this bout of insomnia doesn’t really count in the grand scheme of things. This kind of makes me sad, because I believe that outside of conference calls and meetings, I should be able to work whenever I feel the need to, as long as I am meeting my commitments and getting the things done that need to get done. It’s like a warring of paradigms; the old corporate rigidity that has been ingrained in many generations through the use of school “bell schedules” as children versus the more creative folks that think nothing of eating a roast beef dinner for breakfast, showering at 5:00 p.m. and doing their most creative, productive work when the rest of world is asleep per the schedule that has been dictated to them.

Such complexity in this increasingly complex world.