I think I heard someone rustling around the house last night. As it turns out, seemingly, it was my imagination, the wind or the dog... maybe all three. I laid down to go back to sleep and I had one of those moments, where you realize that you are not going to sleep at all.
I ended up reading until 7, eventually passing out at 8 and going to work at 9. Kind of the downside of being on call for a job. No late night reading and eating cheese and crackers. Bummer.
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