On weekends I rise very early to write. Today I was up by 2:30. That’s 2:30 a.m. The house is quiet. The street outside is quiet. Even the dogs are quiet. I have peace and solitude, and I can really get some words onto the page in these hours.
The weather in our part of the world has been delightful lately. Lows in the 50s at night and highs in the 70s during the day. I’ve been leaving the window open in my writing room.
But the seasonal transition has begun. No longer can I stumble from my warm bed into my writing room in my usual uniform. This morning I pulled on a pair of sweat pants, and as the morning progressed I eventually closed the window and then later snuck into the bedroom (where my wife was sleeping) and took the top half of the sweats from the closet to pull on and keep warm.
But it’s comfy, and that’s the required part.
Update 2-OCT-2011 – Ugh! It’s 1:30 on Sunday morning now and I’m wide awake. These crazy weekend hours of mine have really goofed up my sleep schedule. So I’m sitting at my laptop, with a pitcher of iced tea at hand, hoping to make my time in the conscious world more productive.