Caveman needs snacks

It's one of those not-sleeping-much nights. It's the noggin you see, it's not playing along with my bodies need for rest. I'm frustrated that sleep is elusive and I'm so tired, a condition that occurs all too often for me unfortunately.

I've had a decent day: An early morning rise then running and gunning at the range, did some chores and food preparation at home then a nice time was spent around the firepit with a few mates, I don't see very often, sharing homemade burgers and a lot of very embellished stories of our glory years and times past. Those stories get more far-fetched the older we get.

I should be tired, and I am, but I'm not sleeping.

I know why I'm not [damned over-thinking noggin]. I'm fairly used to it I suppose but the fact no sleep and I are familiar and well-acquainted doesn't mean I'm comfortable with it because, I really like sleeping y'all! It's one of my favourite hobbies in fact; not tonight though. It seems I'm destined to lay awake, toss and turn and think. And think. And think and...You get the idea.

The midnight clean

I decided to clean some guns instead of getting agitated in bed trying to sleep, because why not? I shoot a lot and I'm always cleaning guns; being diligent with one's equipment is ingrained in me, as is being prepared; I'm good at it despite not enjoying the task much.

I got out of bed, dressed, went into my workshop [I have a heater in there because it's bloody cold], turned on some Florida Georgia Line for company and cleaned three guns, one of which I had been shooting Saturday morning. I cleaned up after myself, came inside for a cup of Rooibos tea and to write this...Sleep wasn't coming so I might as well write, right? [See what I did there? Write, right? 😁]

Still sleepless

I guess the good thing is I can sleep in on Sunday, or have a nap in the day, but I generally don't like to waste the day too much.

I've got a hike planned in the afternoon Sunday and will have to sort out the cleaning up from the firepit-night, the ash and stuff plus's the cooking stuff; I was smart though and used cardboard plates and those wooden-recyclable cutlery sets which ended up in the fire; I know right? #smart

Don't judge folks, it was a bunch of cavemen around the fire eating seared flesh in buns with sides, not a tea party with the Queen of England. If I was entertaining Supergirl it might have been different although who doesn't love a down-to-earth gal? - The Supergirl I refer to would have been happy with burgers around the fire; anything around the fire to be honest. And speaking of Supergirl, this is for you.

Right about now I'm wishing I could find some sleep but it's just not there. Thoughts you know. Still, it could be far worse and so I'll accept it and look forward to when I finally drop off; soon I hope.

I'm going to read a bit after I post this; I'm still making my way through Raymond E. Feist's book Magician so maybe a few chapters will clear out the noggin enough for me to fall asleep. We'll see. Also...I have some leftovers so...Snack time.

Hey, a caveman needs snacks you know...Then sleep! 😉

Also...What I'm listening to right now: Still can't sleep

I guess I'll catch y'all later huh? Drop some comments, I'll get back at ya.