I don't know what it is about us old farts, but the older I've gotten, the less sleep I seem to need. Again this morning I awoke at about 4:30 A.M., so I tossed and turned for a little while and then decided to give in and get up. I started the coffee, which was set to come on at 6, settled in with a cup of Joe and began surfing the 'net, as is my usual custom. I find that my mind is unusually active early in the morning. If I were a real writer, I suspect that this is the time when I'd do my best work because for some reason I find it very easy to get lost in thinking about a topic during these early morning hours.
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