Insomniating circumstances.

Yes, I know 'insomniating' is not a real word, but here I am on a Sunday, at 7:45am, wide awake. I have been up since 6. Nothing can ruin one's day more than the lack of sleep. I am going to need massive amounts of coffee in order to function through the morning, let alone the rest of the day. Unlike last Sunday when a good portion of Terri's family and a smattering of mine, converged upon my back yard for Elsie's first birthday. Fun was had by all. So I'm here in bed with Terri and Elsie. Elsie has her head resting on my shoulder. Our dog Jackson, just whimpered in his sleep. I want to fall asleep and get another two hours in, but I don't know if I can nod off. I bet if I had tied one on last night, I would be out cold still, waiting to wake up and demand a hearty breakfast and some hair of the dog. Alas, not in the cards. I don't miss hangovers in the least bit and any time I feel the want for drink, I remember that feeling in the morning of pure crapulence. That is enough to keep me away until I think of it again. Living well is the best revenge, I guess.