Insomnia

It's 3:43 am.

I woke up around 3, decided sleep was over-rated, and took a shower. I know I should just go back to bed, but I'll probably toss and turn instead of sleeping.

I wish I could report labor pains, but I can report the laptop bouncing from being kicked repeatedly by the unborn spawn.

I sort of feel like cleaning up the house. Maybe I'm nesting. I don't feel enough like cleaning up the house to get out of the recliner, however. The recliner is comfy, and the only place my back doesn't feel like it has knives stabbing into it lately.

It is rather peaceful sitting here in the dark with heavy rain coming down. I might actually call it a torrential downpour.