40 winks and the 401(k)

Sleep continues to elude me. I just had, HAD to get up to adjust my 401(k) contribution around midnight. I was also convinced I heard a fly buzzing around -- or was it a bee? And if it's a bee, what if it stings one of the cats? And as much as I want them, I can't make black-bean quesadillas Wed. night because I'm going out for Mexican Thursday. So I should grill veggie sandwiches, but then the avocado is wasted, and you know, avocados don't come cheap. . .

Yes, it's true: I am losing sleep over bees and produce, not over uranium in Iran or intentional White House leaks. Well, maybe that stuff is tumbling somewhere in my addled brain, too.

I let out a big, fat "OY!" to the World.

Meanwhile, when I'm not attempting to sleep, I'm listening to the incredible singer-songwriter Lucinda Williams, who happens to be a Louisiana native. She has a gorgeous song about New Orleans. It's called "Crescent City," and in the wake of Katrina and the sloooooow clean-up, it's especially sad. She sings: "I'm going back to the Crescent City/Where everything's still the same." If only.