Watching The Godfather at 6 a.m.

I feel for those of you who suffer from insomnia. As of late, I have had trouble sleeping, for some inexplicable reason. Well, scratch that - part of the reason is that I drink espresso late in the day, against my better judgment. But last night it happened again, and there was no espresso, nor any other caffeinated beverage involved this time. Jerome K. Jerome describes the torment of insomnia rather well when he says,

"How long the dawn seems coming when we cannot sleep! Oh! Those hideous nights when we toss and turn in fever and pain, when we lie, like living men among the dead, staring out into the dark hours that drift so slowly between us and the light." (from The Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow)

So, at about 6 a.m. Sunday morning, unable to bear it any longer, I got up, got dressed, and turned to the usual means of refuge for the insomniac, the TV. My husband, fully refreshed from a good night's sleep (a fact about which I was insanely jealous), got up as well and decided to join me in my early morning TV watching.

"What do you want to do?" he asked.

"I don't know," I replied, irritably. "Do you by any chance want to watch The Godfather?"

"Sure."

And that is how we ended up watching The Godfather (Part II) at 6 a.m. on a Sunday morning.

Fabulous movie. You should see it, if you haven't already.