But Deb and I have our vacationy routines that we go through when we visit The City (which is what people in the area call SF. Fer krysakes, NEVER call it “Frisco”!).
We usually have breakfast one morning at Mama’s at Washington Square. It’s got the greatest French toast ever made anywhere on the planet. Want proof? Just look at the customers lined up outside the cafe.
(Oh, another cool thing about Washington Square, which is in North Beach — that crazy bastard Scorpio tried to take potshots at a priest from a rooftop there in the original Dirty Harry. Yeah, I know my movie locations pretty well.)
Then I always make time to visit City Lights Books, the greatest bookstore on the West Coast.
There’s a funky, little pizza spot we found on Nob Hill about three years ago, and I bet we’ll have dinner there one night.
Fun, fun, fun.
It’s nice to get away and do not much of anything.
And cast all worries aside.
I know money worries can really screw stuff up for a lot of us.
They don’t help our circadian rhythm, either.
Stock market downturns, unprecedented numbers of home foreclosures, rising health care costs, not to mention everyday personal finance challenges.
How can you NOT toss and turn or stare at the ceiling most nights?
But I gotta say my sleep-cycle ain’t affected by financial angst very much.
Sure, I worry about money.
But I don’t lose sleep over it. At least not since I figgered out an easy routine to reliably eradicate my night-time anxieties and gently push me into slumberland. (No, it doesn’t involve horse tranquilizers — hardy har har.)
When I wake up mornings, I’m fully rested, stress-free, and ready to tackle just about anything.
So instead of keeping this routine all to myself, I created a special report titled Crush Money Worries Fast (and Sleep Like a Baby in Even the Worst Financial Times).
It’s yours for free.
You can download it from the sidebar on the right-hand side of this page. Just stick your name and email in the appropriate boxes and hit the button.
“I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?” — Ernest Hemingway