I’ve had insomnia since 8th grade. Last night I had a bout of it, on a night that I was particularly exhausted. This morning feels rather harsh. I have coffee every morning, but today it definitely felt like more of a need. I sometimes question the need for a drug to be alert in the mornings. I also wonder at times if it is more the ritual of drinking coffee that wakes me up more than the caffeine itself. In any event, I’m reminded this morning that awareness doesn’t always come naturally to us and we, at times, need an extra jolt to be truly awake to the world that surrounds us. Perhaps remembering the life and work of Mr. Mandela will be such a jolt for us this day.
And tip of the hat to Kirk Jeffrey, my favorite drug dealer!