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I can't sleep. It's 4:30 a.m. I've been up for half an hour. Earlier in the night I got up twice with the dogs, who must sleep all day and think nighttime is the right time to par-tay.

I'm thinking of cleaning out my car. It's filled with assorted Happy Meal toys and books and trash and winter clothing that never got scooped out before it turned hot.

I could also read or knit or pack H's lunch or write dull blogs about how I can't sleep and the dogs are driving me nuts.

Since I'm wide awake, I'm making coffee. Can't make the situation any worse. And at this point, if I'm going to make it through the day, I need liquid assistance. Otherwise, I'm crashing at about 2:30 this afternoon.

I'll leave you with these stats:

The prevalence rate of insomnia:
approximately 1 in 8 or 11.76% or 32 million people in the United States.

Among the group of adults facing this disorder,
more than 90 percent of them say that they are more prone to accidents than others.

The age group that is most affected
with insomnia is between 15 to 55 years old.

I'm not alone. I'm grouchy. But I'm not alone.

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