This morning's wake-up time was 1:30AM. After a day yesterday spent in that beyond tiredness state of dysfunctional stumbling followed by a drive home from work spent in terror of drifting away on a crowded dual carriageway, 1:30AM this morning was crunch time. No way we could let that happen again. So on my wife's advice, off to the hifi for the guided body scan meditation CD from my depressive days. Half an hour lying in the dark concentrating on breathing into your left calf muscles and big toe is wonderfully calming, but as the CD ended I still wasn't asleep. Looking forward to yet another night counting the chimes from the church clock up the road, I found myself rudely awoken by my wife's alarm clock. I don't know exactly how much sleep I got in last night, but it must have been somewhere around seven hours. Have I cracked it? Hope so.
I'm off to see the doc this afternoon. Hope I don't have to explain exactly why I'm a bit insomniac at the moment, I'm not quite ready for that.