To Err is Human, To Sleep Divine

I was recently in a Chicago hotel room, unable to sleep, staring into the darkness that is 4am. Random thoughts ran through my mind like so many apps on an iPhone. You'd think many glasses of wine, a Bailey's, and 2 Rx sleeping pills would be antithetical to a long night of introspection. Au contraire mon fraire. That's when I do some of my best thinking. I just wish I could remember more of it the next day.
This night in question was particularly fruitful, however, because I was catching a plane that morning. I didn't wake up to the routine at home which doesn't often allow much room for thoughts from the night to carry over into the light of day. But on this Chicago morn', I grabbed the little notepad from the hotel room and while waiting in the airport, made notes on several topics that had filled my sleep void. I look forward to blogging about them in the days ahead.
The brain surgery caused my chronic insomnia. The good news is: my ability to sleep is much better than it used to be. The bad news: I have fewer episodes of insomniatic clarity.