Sleepless in Taichung

Troubled by some kind of sleep disorder, I've had a lot "waking moments" early in the morning. I used to get up around 3:30, but I'm getting up around 1:30 this semester. What do I do during these sleepless hours? Besides my usual routine--emailing, I've added something new--practicing yo yo and cooking. How can these two things be done one after another? Yo yo is for kids while cooking is an activity for moms. I'm neither a child nor a mother!!! It seems odd enough for me to do either one, not to mention doing them both.. Well, who cares? As long as I can survive every sleepless morning, I'll do whatever it helps.
Let me go back to my new morning routine--playing yo yo and cooking. Playing yo yo is a lot simpler than cooking because yo yo doesn't make any noise or create any odor when it's been played. Besides, it can be done in 5 minutes. I mean I can't play longer than that.
However, when it comes to cooking, the case is much more complicated. Why is that? It's simple--I can't just start cooking anytime I want; I have to wait until at least 5:00 A.M. Though I can't do it whenever I feel like doing, time seems to fly when I cook. Inspired by the Korean soap opera "Da Chang Jin", I cook with TLC.
When I cook, I always think of all the positive things about Dan, my hubby. While the food is being cooked, my mind is very active--there're always two people talking back and forth. Of course, one of these two conversationalists is me. As for the other one, it depends. Most of the time, it's my husband. Sometimes, it's one of the friends about whom I'm concerned. Besides the TLC & all the imaginary conversations, I also concentrate myself on the sense of smell. After the food is cooked for about half an hour, I can smell the aroma of whatever I cook, which is the part I enjoy most about cooking. Each aroma reminds me of a different memory. Of all the different smell memories, that of "Lion's Head" is the most unforgettable one. Boy, the smell is sooooooo irresistible when meatballs and Napa cabbage are dancing waltz gracefully in wok. This aroma is one of the best memories I've had, for it's filled with Father's love for me, the only child who lives 150 kilometers away from him. Whenever I go back to Taipei to visit him, he always prepares some of my favorite foods for me to bring back to Taichung. Lion's Head is on the top of my list.