In, and Insomnia

Good morning, and greetings from “Sunny Sands Holiday and Letting Complex.” Wouldn’t you just know that the second I’m away from my normal life my insomnia would leap up and remind me he’s still around. Why my night-time-based lack-of-sleep disorder can’t stay at home while I’m on vacation is beyond me. Feels a bit unfair, really. I’m wondering whether it’s the change of routine that has set me off. I know people who say they struggle to get a poo out when they’re abroad, as the change of location seems to upset their digestive tract. Not sure why that should be so, but maybe this is something similar. I’m going to try and lay with my eyes closed, convincing myself I’m still at home in bed, and see if that works.

That didn’t work.

Maybe it’s excitement! Maybe I’m really chuffed to be on holiday, and really looking forward to spending the next few days relaxing, and it’s the anticipation and excitement that are making me unable to drift off into my slumbers. It’s like being seven on Christmas Eve.

Either way, I’ve had about forty-five minutes sleep all night, so my weekend of enjoyment is now going to be tampered by my tiredness and general grumpiness. My mind has sabotaged my chance of serenity by making me too ramped-up to switch off.

Bastard.

RC 21-9-19