Wide awake

It's almost 2:00 in the morning, and although I'd like to be sleeping right now, I'm not. My brain seems determined to overwhelm me with every unpleasant memory from my entire life, from childhood to middle age. I can't drift off, and I seem unable to turn off my brain.

People who fall asleep easily and stay asleep don't know how good they have it.

I would like to use this time productively, but I just became aware that my husband has programmed the thermostat to 58 degrees at night. Right now, sitting in front of the computer, I feel like I'm in an igloo. Frank, WTF? I can't sit here in the cold. I'll only be more miserable.