I just came inside from the back porch, where it was steamy and wet. The windows are all fogged up and it is at least 10 degrees warmer out there than inside the house. I was out there spying on my sleepy neighborhood, looking around for the bigger-than-it-has-any-right-to-be racoon that is a little to familiar with my backyard if you're asking me. (That is code for smoking a cigarette, just so you know.)
I feel like I'm misbehaving, not being asleep by now. I've been ignoring the little voice in the back of my head that reminds me how tired I'll be in the morning for almost two hours, and I think that voice may have just nodded off.
At 1:06 a.m., things feel pretty perfect. It must be all the quiet.
We'll have to see how things feel in about 6 hours. At least it's Friday.