Insomnia. Wake at 3:30 a.m. Go to the bathroom. Lay back down under the covers. Never get to slide back into the state that unlocks rest and dreams. It’s a form of slow torture.  Historically, I've been a champion sleeper. Younger me would sleep 12 hours without missing a beat. Sit me down on a… Continue reading Mid-life Musings: Insomnia and Brain Fog