Sunday night insomnia returned not during those busy years when I had so much to juggle, but during the last two years that I worked. I have no idea why it came back then. It disappeared again when I retired. I've had an occasional restless night, but I could lay the blame on a pressing personal deadline, a legitimate worry, or something I ate or drank too late in the day.
300...297...294...hey, 294 is the first three digits of my phone number!...291...288, oh, that is funny, my sister-in-law was just talking about too many eights in the knitting pattern she is using and how she couldn't count by sixes now.
Hmm, where was I?
300...297...294...291... on so on, down to 222...that used to be the name of a pain reliever sold at pharmacies in Canada. Hmm, was that the real name or was that what we called them here in the States?...Shoot! Where was I was before I started thinking about Canada?