Blame it on menopause. Blame it on the new job and worry that I've made a mistake; it sucks to be a perfectionist. I don't know what it is but the minute my sleepy and exhausted body drops off to sleep, my mind pops awake. I've tried everything. Sleep aids just make me feel hungover. Nothing works. Usually, I'll read or get up and knit. Ordinarily I find this relaxing and can fall back asleep.
With my oldest daughter's help though, I've found counting sheep to be of benefit. It works. I like sheep and I like wool, I kind of think this exercise fits me. If you're up reading this right now, you're either an insomniac like me or you live on another continent. Go ahead and count these sheep and see if they don't help you.
Don't hate me now. Hate my daughter-it's all her fault.