Years ago, I read a fictional novel about Queen Elizabeth and in it she described her episodes of frequent insomnia as "having a White Night."
It kinda puts a more positive spin on what could turn a normal person into a cranky puss really quick.
If you figured out that I'm writing this post because I'm having a White Night as we speak, then Congratulations!...
Did I get any sleep last night?
Well, yeah...A little.
I zonked out in the recliner between 8 and 10.
When I got up to finally go to bed, I wandered over to kiss SM goodnight.
He smiled at me and said "You're so funny."
"What?" I asked.
You were snoring in the chair."
"Yeah. Your mouth was wide open. Anything could have snuck in there."
Hm...Maybe that was why I couldn't sleep the rest of the night?