More frikkin’ insomnia last night -- though not as bad as previous nights. This time I tossed and turned for about four hours. When I finally did fall asleep for a while, I dreamt I was drowning. I can still remember it too -- I was lying at the bottom of a pool or something, could see the surface about 8 feet above me, but was weighed down and unable to move. Lovely. I woke up with a start, to put it lightly. Getting back to sleep was no easy task, but I eventually did it.

This morning, I joined the Y. I’ll head over there tomorrow for my first workout in months. It should be interesting, given that I’m in the worst shape I’ve been in 5 years.

Maybe the exercise will help me sleep better.

Maybe swimming in the salt-water pool will help with those drowning dreams.

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