Over the past week or so, my insomnia has come back. It's a little strange, because I thought that was one of those youthful demons I had finally put behind me after something like sixteen years. All fall and winter I fell into my bed properly exhausted and by and large slept through the night.
I don't think this means I'm as fearful and dissatisfied as I was when I was younger. I guess it's always come in waves, and maybe my self-congratulations at its conquering were premature. I just hope this lapse is temporary and short.
Leaving for the West Coast in a little over forty-eight hours. Not ready yet at all.