To sleep, or not to sleep: that is the question.

It's 3:24am and, for the third straight night in a row, sleep eludes me.  I have clients all day tomorrow starting from my earliest available appointment and not ending until I close and here I am looking like I smoked a fatty with Cheech and Chong in Scooby Doo's Mystery van!  (By the way... the only mystery to that van was the fact that it took network television 30+ years to realize that the smoke roiling out of the doors when "those meddling kids" climbed out wasn't from the radiator overheating!)

I would love to sleep, but somehow, every time I lay down in bed, I