Insomnia, or How Salami and Rhubarb Go Together

Ever had insomnia? It's not fun. The other night I was lying awake in bed, unable to sleep for the life of me. My dear wife had already nodded off, doubtless under the effects of her allergy medication (poor dear, it's the season), and I was left to ruminate in the dark. Eventually I decided I was going to go mad if I were to just lay there, so I went downstairs.

Feeling a little bit peckish, I fixed myself a salami sandwich (not with that Oscar Mayer rubbish, mind you, but the real Italian stuff). In addition, I obtained a nice slice of strawberry rhubarb pie. With this sumptuous repast in hand, I set off for the living room, where I reached for the nearest comedy DVD. I think it was "Stranger Than Fiction."

Strangely enough, upon completion of the sandwich, pie and film, I felt much better and was able to go upstairs and sleep. Granted it was nearly two hours later, but I learned that salami, rhubarb and comedy are the perfect insomnia cure.

Or maybe that's just time.