Awake

I find myself constantly awake in the wee small hours, now. It doesn't matter where I am. Japan, California, hotel or home, I wake at around 4 and stay awake till about 7.

Why?

It's the reason I could not possibly spring for a nine-to-fiver. Even when I HAD a nine-to-fiver I remember setting the alarm for 4 a.m. so I could wake up, drink wine, and listen to Frank Sinatra. Then I'd call in sick. I SABOTAGED that job, let me tell you.

I try to come up with explanations. There is no possibility of the phone ringing at 4 a.m. There are no buses, sirens or traffic in the street. Simply, almost NO ONE is awake!

I can read my book if I want to. Brigitte is fast asleep and will stay that way for a long, long time. I revel in the relative silence that the early morning brings. The late-night thoughts that would never occur to you during a typical day . . . that's when I come alive. It's been that way almost all my 51 years and it seems to still be the way now.

What say we vampires get together one of these nights? I make a killer Bloody Caesar.