Insomnia and other nonfiction

Well, it's almost 3 a.m. I'm headed off home to Ohio later today for a long overdue visit, to help out while my da recovers from surgery, and to housesit for the folks, so you can expect lots of pics and rambling the next few weeks. Sleep isn't coming to me, just sore muscles and anxiety. I hate flying. The wee Dee Bunny is sleepless too, nudging my feet constantly for pets. I think she senses something's up and she's been restless today. Although it didn't stop her begging for trail mix when she wanted a snack. I steamed some spinach and put pie crust dough in the fridge to chill earlier: Shaun and I have a brunch date involving quiche. I made a big batch of penne with vodka sauce and stashed it in the fridge too, so I don't have to worry about him living off french bread frozen pizza and mac & cheese for at least a day or two. For now, I'm off to make some Sleepytime tea and toast and hopefully snooze for a few hours. Peace to you and wish me luck.