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.
This was even more true back when my old friend, Mary Jane, and I used to spend a lot of time together, because then my mind would race and I’d type away like a demon. Even today I find it really interesting to go back and read some the things I wrote under her influence. They were surprisingly good, phrases were well-turned and not hackneyed, and a lot of my insights about life and what it all meant were surprisingly clear. I haven’t spent any time with Mary Jane in quite a few years now, but I still remember fondly those early morning toasted hours in her presence.