Insomnia Can Bite Me

It's 12:30 in the morning on December 5th. While this doesn't seem overly late to some, suffice to say I am normally at least tucked under the covers by 10:30. Because I'm a 90 year old woman, apparently. However, here I sit, on my love seat, my cat curled up next to me with the light from the Christmas tree glowing in the corner. Truth be told, life could be a lot worse.