I thought this thread was a joke and was expecting the punchline.
It reminds me of the observation that my wife and I had 20 happy years, then we met each other. (That was a joke by the way)
To address the actual thread: I've gone through phases in my life. Sometimes I've had so much to think about I could hardly get to sleep at night for wondering, imagining, planning. Other times I could go to sleep usually always (!) when my head hits the pillow. At the moment I go to sleep instantly. I guess I don't have much appetite for cogitating at the moment for some reason...