…is a problem.  Especially when it keeps you up at night.  But, how can that be?  I’ve only been at it for 1 day.  Yes, ONE day and it hasn’t even been a full day.

Really?  Well, it’s mostly Duncan’s fault for my insomnia.  Here’s what happened.

I woke up at 4:30am to let Duncan out to pee.  Out of bed for less than 3 minutes, I purposely kept one eye closed to keep the opposite half of my brain sound asleep.  (Just something you learn along the road of life, my friend…)

I swear it wasn't my fault!

[Walk to back door. Open door. Exit Duncan. Enter Duncan. Close back door. Walk to bed.]

Getting back into bed for a couple more hours rest was the plan, but the right cerebral hemisphere had other ideas.

What am I going to write about in the morning?  Should I do it now?  What if it’s not funny?  Who cares?  A sandwich would be great right now.  Ok, close my eyes.  But, I’m inspired to write!  No, I need to sleep.  But, let me just get to my computer and see if the words pour out from my fingers.  Too much effort to get up.  Let me just stare at the twinkling Christmas lights still hanging outside the window.  When are we going to take those damn things down?

My brain couldn’t stop ruminating about this stupid interesting, witty, and occasionally educational blog.  Even with only half of it turned on.  Just thinking about daddyblogging made me nervous and giddy like a teenager on prom night.  And I couldn’t stop thinking about it…for the next 2 hours.

I’ve never found anything to be so darling and captivating.  It’s addicting.  I mean, I tried pot once.  Well, maybe a couple times.  But I never inhaled.  I’ve got blogging under control.  I just need to pace myself, right?  I’ll see the danger signs and quit my daddyblog when it takes over my life.  I’ll never let it get to me.  Yeah, never.

Well, as I said before.  If Duncan hadn’t woken me up, I’d have gotten a full night’s sleep.