Every once in a while someone will see me on Twitter or Facebook at 3:00 or 4:00 AM and make a comment. Most of the time it’s something along the lines of, “What are you doing up at this hour?”
It’s when I’m up. It’s my choice. I’m nocturnal.
I’m not sure what it is about this quiet and desolation but it calls me like a Siren.
“What were you doing up ’til 4:00 AM,” Helaine has asked?
Nothing important. Nothing earth shattering. Lots of reading. Moderate amounts of procrastination.
I’m a voracious reader though usually not books. I read with depth about technology, business and politics. Everything else gets skimmed.
I favor websites with depth that are updated often. I bore easily.
TV gets a little thin this time of day. Much of basic cable goes into infomercial mode. Mostly the TV is off or if it’s on it’s on mute.
The house is quiet. I’ve convinced myself when it’s this quiet I can hear the electricity in the walls. I hear something at a very low volume. Real or imagined? Can’t tell.
Walking outside this time of day can be stunning. I’d rather have no Moon and a sky full of stars. It’s dark enough here to appreciate the night sky.
Doppler spends the night with me. I pluck her from upstairs when I get home from work. Tonight like most nights she is asleep on the couch. She’s curled up forming the letter “O.”
I’ll be up at least a few more hours. I don’t want to miss anything.
