It’s exactly Midnight, Monday is upon us, and…

As far back as I can remember, I’ve had a hell of a time falling asleep when the last few moments of the weekend slip away. Yes, that seam between the weekend and that dreaded new work-week. Gets me every time.

I’ve tried many tricks to avoid being awake at 2 am Monday morning, but it’s still a thing for me. The bane of my existence. Well, that’s a bit of hyperbole, but it is an issue, week in and week out, and I’m growing weary of it. Literally.

Maybe a benadryl and a glass of warm milk? Well, since I truly detest the taste of warm milk, that’s probably not the remedy. Space Music, ambient-type music seems to help. And the softer, smoother flava of jazz. John Serrie, Bob James, Dave Koz, come to my aid! Maybe ol’ Bulldog should just try shutting down the damn computer! Yeah, I’ll have to give that a try!

Good night… or NOT!