I’m waking up at 5AM tomorrow. Or earlier. I have to, if I’m to see the world and write about it, and be this separatist wine journalist and writer I want be. Watching my daughter sleep helps at this keyboard, that all-too-seen image of the artist looking at his kids or kid, or picture of, and working faster, maybe frowning a little, music accompany. My daughter, Emma, has eyes that speak to me like Jack’s didn’t at this age (four weeks, tomorrow). So, alarm set. No wine tonight so I should be fine with early rise.
And no ice-cream nightcap. That’ll keep me up longer than I want. I do need sleep, just not too much and not too little.