Solstice insomnia

One of my most common stress reactions is to sleep poorly or not at all. All that light and heat that come along with summertime just compound the issue, so I've been averaging 5 of my required 8 hours a night this week. Something about this time of year just makes my mind race when I should be sleeping. I could get new agey and talk about how summer is the time of highest energy for the body. Actually, I don't think it's all that far-fetched--again with all the light and heat. It just makes me all funny. (But not funny ha-ha.)

Well, the work week is almost over. I get a tiny mental break before all hell starts breaking loose next week. My plans to become a healthy-living machine haven't failed entirely, but I'd have to admit I've only been about 65% on that goal.

Probably the best thing about this week is that I got to hang out a good bit with my boss who I don't usually see that much (I'm unofficially split between two departments--it's complicated). He never fails to crack my shit up. It's a good thing when your employers are not lunatics.