Insomnia

For some time now, maybe about a year and a half, I've been having issues with insomnia.  It is occasionally, and sometimes predictable.  More and more often, it's becoming less predictable, and less controllable.  Last night was one of those nights.  Fortunately, I try to keep a good book handy, and this one is the one gracing my bedside table currently:

It's a continuation of "Friday Night Knitting Club" which a wonderful friend from my last job gave to me.  I read it and really enjoyed the story.  I know these books are old, but they are still well written.  I also recently read this one:

Some women are romance novel junkies - I'm a murder mystery junkie.  I find for summer reading, a light-hearted mystery works best for me.  I truly don't care for all the gratuitous sex in romance novels as a general rule - if it doesn't help the plot, I'm not interested.  But give me a good murder mystery, and I'll finish it up in a weekend easy peasy.

It appears we're all coming down with some sort of summertime cold; everyone is stuffy, coughing, sneezing, and the like.  Mine and hubby's throat hurts, so we probably have it the worst.  We'll see how the rest of the week goes.