Okay, it is truly ironic that the one morning that I am actually able to sleep in during the last oh, week, ten days is the morning that I wake up, for no apparent reason, in the middle of the night. I mean, wide awake, not just awake to use the bathroom and stumble and grope your way back to bed. I mean, bright eyed, bushy tailed, felt like I drank a pot of coffee wide awake. Ironic, isn’t it? On a morning that I need to be up early, I feel like the alarm clock is visiting me from some distant planet, pulling me back to reality. This morning, I am sitting here typing this, wondering what tasks I should knock off the “to do” list. By the time that I actually feel sleepy again, the entire rest of the house will be waking up and then my day is off to a start.