Early morning writing like this seems to be drug of sorts for me, one I don’t get to enjoy as often as I’d like, either ‘cause I stay up too late writing and doing work stuff the night before, or I have the last glass of red too late.. something, but I’m here now.  05:53, on couch downstairs while wife’s at intense workout class.  Like I wrote in the 1,000+ word waterfall I just wrote, I have the rest of my life to ‘go back to sleep’.  What I want to do with my life requires being up at hours like this, being uncomfortable and anxious, and creatively electrifying in that useful uneasiness.