Well . . . at the moment I'm just sitting in a Fairfield Inn in Colorado while on a business trip. Evenings are always the most boring of times on these trips. However, this evening was busier than normal-- I worked on my taxes for a little while, had a conference call meeting, Skyped with my family, read my usual slate of online news sites, took care of some business items for another company, and now . . . . I sit here at 11:05 pm with my iPhone plugged into my computer--playing my only playlist of songs (which has a whopping total of FIVE songs) over . . . and over . . . and over.. . while remaining WIDE AWAKE.
I have a meeting to get to tomorrow morning at 7am, and probably won't get to sleep until 1am UNLESS I ACTIVATE MY ARSENAL OF SLEEPY-HELPERS.
They are: John Adams (somewhere between Chapter 5 and Chapter 12) and AdvilPM
That's right. I've found that by (1) playing the audio book "John Adams" by David McCullough, and (2) taking one AdvilPM--I am quickly on my way to slumberville. . . . .Yes, you read correctly--"slumberville."
So next time you're on the road in some far-away place, and are having trouble counting sheep, just remember my two ingredient recipe--now affectionately referred to as John Adamsvil PM.
Good night.
I have a meeting to get to tomorrow morning at 7am, and probably won't get to sleep until 1am UNLESS I ACTIVATE MY ARSENAL OF SLEEPY-HELPERS.
That's right. I've found that by (1) playing the audio book "John Adams" by David McCullough, and (2) taking one AdvilPM--I am quickly on my way to slumberville. . . . .Yes, you read correctly--"slumberville."
So next time you're on the road in some far-away place, and are having trouble counting sheep, just remember my two ingredient recipe--now affectionately referred to as John Adamsvil PM.
Good night.
