Never eat lobster. I will never eat lobster again. I don’t know what I was thinking. Last night a friend of a friend of a friend brought a bunch of lobster back from Nova Scotia. My brother cooked some up for us last night. I don’t usually eat fish because I am a born again vegetarian but I wanted to join in the festivities. I feel badly enough that I won’t be dining on the turkey.

When your body is not used to a certain food or beverage it behaves strangely. And mine was no exception when my system shocked me awake at 3:30 am. My stomach was all weird and I couldn’t get back to sleep. So I stayed up.

I read some of The Kite Runner (great book!, played Scrabble and hockey trivia online with other insomniacs, and tossed and turned. The house was still and my abrupt wakening woke no one.

Now I sit here at noon trying to calm my belly down and enjoy the day. I am going to try to take a little nap.