5 a.m.: It's early in the morning in most people's world, especially on this conventional Saturday (for those not up on my schedule, my "Saturday" is Wednesday). I, however, couldn't be happier about rising at this hour because I actually slept in today. Last night/this morning was the first time in about four months that I slept totally undisturbed — no two hours here, wake up, another hour down, then another hour or two up, then another two or three hours down. Nope. Last night was amazing — something most people take for granted. Not me.
That pattern of awake-asleep-awake describes what I had come to consider a good day. I'm fortunate that I managed to keep my sanity and function fairly well during that spell of insomnia (without booze, pills or konkin' myself on my skull, mind you). I can only hope that my good fortune continues. God knows I'm hopeful — probably still tired, too — but definitely hopeful. I have to be. More than anything, I really hope this is the beginning of a new pattern.