Why is sleeping on Sunday nights so difficult? I have never understood this. It is only 11:15 on a Monday morning and I am a complete zombie after getting approximately two-and-a-half hours of sleep last night.

I watched some of the Golden Globes and started feeling drowsy, so I took the dogs out a smidge early, all the while scheming in my mind about getting a bit of extra sleep.

The minute my head hit the pillow, sleep became a foreign country to which I didn’t have a passport! I turned the TV back on, watched more and hoped for that state of drowsiness to make a return. It didn’t, except for fits and spurts. I could not get comfortable no matter what I did. My shoulders and back ached and my mind whirred. Then my nose was stuffy. Finally at midnight I got up and squirted nasal spray up my snooter. Now my sinuses were clear, but the path to sleep still wasn’t.

Two episodes of ‘The Twilight Zone’, one each of ‘The Fugitive’ ‘Naked City’ and ‘Peter Gunn’ on Me-TV and sleep was finally pulling into the station, but it was now 2:30 a.m. When the alarm went off at 4, I was awakened from a dream about posting a story on our website- -involving sleep deprivation! Go figure!