Insomnia: NOT an author's friend

I have, for some reason, been having a really hard time sleeping lately. Could be the heat, new diet pills, stress, whatever. My brain simply doesn't want to shut down at night. With all that extra time between turning in at eleven 'o something and falling asleep around two 'o something, I began planning all my new blog entries. I had at least four ready to type out but waited until the morning. Well, guess what? Next morning all of those well thought out discourses and bits of wit and wisdom faded with the rising sun. The only memory I had was of something to do with a reply to my kids' questions about what happens to pets when they die. Last night I had all the answers. This morning I just want a cola.