I had a white night last night. I don’t remember when the expression entered into our family vernacular, but when we are worried or stressed and can’t sleep, we call them “white nights”.  My grandmother used to have them about us driving up north at night in moose country (or over lots of things, really) and she passed the trait down to my mom, who can also be a bit of a worrier at times. Well, it looks like I’ve caught the gene too. Shortly after I made my post last night, I began to worry that it could be read the wrong way. I was concerned that it came…