Next Olympic Sport?
A few things help me stop the mental spin enough to occasionally vanquish the insomnia demon. A whiskey pickle-back. Melatonin. TV or podcasts that don’t require any part of my brain other than the listening part. Being held or spooned. But, since I don’t want to drink every night, I can only take so much melatonin, I don’t want to keep anyone else awake, or wake them trying to use them as a blanket, I have resorted to The Phone; specifically, I either play a mindless match-3 game, or I read AITA in night mode. Don’t judge. It works, sometimes…
The other night, I was reading and r/aita post in which OP was asking if they’d be TA if they didn’t keep their sidewalk free of the seeds that fall from their next-door neighbor’s tree so that the complaining neighbor’s dog wouldn’t hurt its toe beans on them. This topic not only helped me sleep, but gave me the most delightful dreams. I was marginally alert as I scanned the (mostly NTA) replies, but I dozed off in the middle of someone suggesting that the dog’s companion simply take a broom with them and sweep the sidewalk as they go. My dream that night consisted largely of being a gold-medal chasing member of a dog curling team.
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