I am a chronic insomniac but fortunately neither do I need hours of sleep. Six is like a blessing from the Gods. The thought of requiring an alarm to wake me up would be the equivalent to a happy birthday.

Last week my friend, who knows my insomniac energies well wrote to me from New York. He happened to be reading the Duchess of Malfi and came upon this exquisite observation and wanted to know if it encapsulated my state of mind on certain nights. It does.

Thou sleeps worst then if a /mouse should be forc’d to take /up her lodging in the cat’s eare.

Zen the feral cat.