We set the clocks ahead one hour last night, which always messes with my sleep. (Though, admittedly, it doesn't take much--coughing no matter which way I propped the pillows didn't help, either.) Even my husband's soothing voice reading to me from a lengthy Russian novel couldn't work its usual magic. I felt like I was awake for hours, and, as it often goes, the longer I was awake, the more my anxiety grew about falling asleep...

Daylight Saving Time--
more than an hour lost
as I toss, sleepless.