At midnight, I bolted awake with one of the earth-shattering but imaginary problems that seem to plague all adults in the middle of the night.
I went out to sit on the porch and listen to the night while I mulled over whatever it was that woke me up.
I ended up watching fireflies and listening to the owls - we now have 3! in the immediate vicinity - they chat all night long.
And then I suddenly realized that I didn't remember what it was I was fussing about.
I realized how grateful I was that:
1 - It is warm enough to sit on the porch in the middle of the night again
2 - I live in the middle of the woods, as I believe being in nature will cure insomnia ( Psychology Today says so too)
Anyway, now that the insomnia is handled, I think to go back to bed and get a couple more hours in. :)