It's Saturday Night! Well, actually five a.m. Sunday morning. Up at three... reading journals, checking on Traveling Dave,
Took a drink of pineapple juice, right out of the bottle, standing at the fridge. Bachelors can do that. Opened the hall door and let it stand open as I type. Night caregiver stopped to see why I was up. "Just felt like writing."
I speculate on how much of the population lives in communal buildings with halls, voices in the hall at night making one curious, and the noises of neighbors stirring at night, and how much live in houses with yards and fences and cats yowling and dogs barking.
There is usually a trash truck picking up containers at four am, but not this morning. I wonder why. Will Starbucks have a place to throw their used cups if yesterday's detritus is still around.
The night is full of adventure whether you are rural or urban.
There is lots to read, and probably even people to chat with if I feel like it.
Oh, I am going to feel sleepy tomorrow, having spent hours out of bed...but tomorrow (today actually) is Sunday, and I can sleep then. Curious upside down life, isn't it.