stormshaman and I are up at past 3 a.m. Eastern.
I remember in adolescence being up at this hour, alone in the tropical predrawn except for the buffos and whatever other wildlife gathered in the hedges.
Then, it was a flaw and a curse. I was up because I was up to no good, or I was up because I couldn't lie down.
Now, I am up because I have chosen to stay upright. I'm checking in on the world. I'm supervising sleep. I'm the sentinel of the night. Or I'm just too damn wired from post-medial coffee.
Anyway, it's my choice. I sleep on the sofa if I want to, or stay up in the middle of the night, eating too much garlic bread and drinking too much beer.
It's prosaic, but it's the life I waited 20-some years to achieve.
I had no dreams of glory. I just wanted to go to bed when I pleased.