I found it nearly impossible to fall asleep last night, which is usually a good excuse for reading into the wee hours. A chapter or two is typically enough to knock me out. My mind was racing on about something or other, but I couldn't pinpoint exactly what something. I conjectured that it might be all the house cleaning I still need to do, but dusting and vacuuming aren't that big of a deal. I finally settled on the idea that my insomnia was due to work-related stress. I thought that if I identified what was bothering me I could sleep peacefully. Unfortunately, I was still wide awake.