Sleepless in Portland

No rest for the weary they say, and tonight I'm feeling very weary, moreover restless, which translates to sleepless. For better or for worse, my sleepless-restless-weariness takes on a life of its own. And times like this I find myself cavalier about our primordial need for sleep, so I shrug it off, like any other culpable human-being, demanding responsibilities notwithstanding. Ironically, it is often when I'm my most productive; so here I am, at the onset of one of these predictably sleepless nights, grooving to the sounds of Depeche Mode, Nick Cave and the Flash Dance soundtrack (image is from a dance scene to the song imagination).

My grandson is still up, captivated by the movie Adventures of Shark Boy & Lava Girl (most excellent kids movie by Robert Rodriquez), but I can tell he is fading (unlike me).