Awake every hour on the hour until 2 am. Then awake. At least I didn’t miss my 3 am alarm.
Get up. Coffee alone in the quiet, dark house. Write five minutes, then I will shower and . . . off we go.
The Liminal Life. That’s what I have to look forward to.
Trivial tasks (mostly “Be present at a specific location at a specific time”) become momentous. Routine events (“What shall I have for lunch?” or “How do I get to where I want to go?”) become novel explorations of the barely recognizable but sometimes wildly different.
Writing is done. Coffee is done. It is 3 am. Let’s go.