I Stay Up Too Late

I stay up too late at night.  It is not necessarily because I want to, but it is because my brain is too active.  I may not be thinking about anything that is earth-shattering, depressing, upsetting, or exciting. I am just thinking about things. It might have to do with work, or a volunteer project, or the cats.  It might have to do with something I am reading, or have read.  It might be nothing.  It might be a memory from the past or a hope for the future.   

Tonight, I am not sleepy, and there was nothing on TV to watch.  I could have started reading, but started working on a couple of other projects at the desk, where the computer is.  So, that has kept me going.  

Here it is after 1 AM and my mind is still pinging and winging, thinking of this and that. I feel like I am beginning to wind down. 

I used to be able to read in bed, but with my back problem, sometimes, that aggravates the pain in my back, and it is touch and go. (It is a posture thing.) Sometimes, I read on the reclining sofa, and spend the night there.  The sleep is not as restful as if I am in bed, but it is not bad.  But I do not hear the alarm, and sleep through it. 

Sometimes, it gets so late, and I just drop.  I fall asleep at the computer desk or the sofa.  But these are not restful nights, and usually, my eyeglasses have slipped off, and I have to hunt them down in the morning.

Well, tonight is one of those nights.  In the morning, I have a 9 AM meeting at work, but am basically prepared for it, but still need to get to work at a reasonable time.  I went to a Lady Raider Basketball game, and am still a little wired after that experience, 4 hours later. But I am not sure that is all the reason I am so wired.

I will crash soon, I hope.