Wondering about sleep

I curse thee, oh Daylight Saving Time. I cannot sleep and I am wide awake yet I know that Hank and I will rise with a scant 70 minutes before the school bus arrives. Hope and her father will have been up partying since 6 a.m. They are relatively unaffected by the inconvenient DST change. They are so lucky but they don't appreciate how unaffected they are. So I feel I must curse THEM as well. Whatever. (There sure is a lot of crapola on TV. I suppose I could read a book or something. Eat a pint of ice cream, maybe. That might make me drowsy...)