I don’t know why. Sometimes I just can’t get to sleep at night. I flip, I flop…sometimes I even fly. There must be some sort of scientific explanation for it – insomnia, hyper brain activity, worry and anguish over Oprah calling it quits…I suppose I should try and get to the bottom of it.

At the very least, I may have to try cutting back on my three nightly cups of espresso.

Last night, my tossin’ and turnin’ awoke Mrs. That Dan Guy, who usually wakes up whilst I am already watching TV, having been up for a few moments already. I’ll get some sort of “get your ass back to bed right now” speech from Crazy-Haired Hall Monitor lady, then she goes back to sleep and I can continue watching infomercials (Sham-Wow? Sham Wowie!!).

However, much to my surprise, she joined me in my nocturnal couch-perching in the wee hours of this morning – part of which is the reason today’s post is running so late. If you’ve stayed home from work today waiting to read this, I offer my sincere apologies…

Chow for now!!