Both my brother and I recently had major surgery (him: back/nerves/sciatica. me: intestinal/crohn’s disease) and are both suffering from insomnia, which we’ve never really had before. Perhaps the pain medications had something to do with it, but who knows?
In any case, it gives me an excuse to do a bit of home improvement (quietly, so as to not wake my wife) and a lot of reading. I’m not usually in the habit of reading supermarket or drug store pulp fiction (tho I did enjoy the book Stephen King wrote about the time some disease killed 99.999% of the human race: what would it be like to survive in such a world? Strange, for sure, and SK does a lot of realistic conjecturing [as well as some unrealistic ghostly imagining, of course] and has a really keen ear for the way Americans of different types really do talk. But I read that years ago.)