Here I am, making my nightly visit to the journal.
I enjoy this moment. I review the journal and read the comments.
And I get ideas for new works: say, make the tubs all black. What would that do? Or, save those shades of blue in a tiny pallet and re-create the design with spray can, drawing the main path on top of them in white.
Last night I literally dreamed up an episode for a story I am writing about life in a beach resort community.
And as I write this, the television is quietly playing classical music and there is a music appreciation lesson going on. You don't get that in daytime, only day time drama. (Soap Operas)
Sleep? I can do that in the daytime, usually right after the heavy lunch. Let the fish or beef or chicken digest.
Hmm, did you know that Schonberg moved away from tonality and after Tristan and Isolde, music was changed forever. You don't hear stuff like that in daytime.
I could stay up all night, but I think I'd better not.