So, here I am at 2am...

In a 3 bedroom house of 9 (3 over 55, 4 under 8), it's hard to find space to be alone, let alone time. I do not know how my wife does it, children clamoring for everything, all the time. I dislike winter, for the Outdoors was my answer to escape and have some "me time" and space, but it's bitterly cold these days.

So, here I am at 2am.

Sleep is highly over-rated. If I can get in 3 hrs early-on, then I'm good. Well, I need a nap mid-day or I get grumpy, but otherwise, I'm okay. Alright, along about 9pm I get really short, but that's just because I'm tapped out. I do try to sleep straight through to morning, but it seldom works, and when there's lots on my mind (much I cannot share here), then it's harder yet to stay asleep. With kids piling into my bed, it's harder yet.

So, here I am at 2am.

I like to think of it as captured time, like time in a bottle. I have this precious time to do with what I will, and no one else is even spending theirs. I think of time as being relative, that somewhere on Earth there are people working, thriving, fighting, etc. at this very moment, where it's 2pm or so. Technically, then, I'm just living my life in both hemispheres, rather than sleeping through one of them.

So, here I am at 2am.

Let's face it, I'm older, I'm restless, I'm awake anyway, so why not write to myself. I could be watching television (or other porn). I could be engaged in questionable web chatter. I could be playing video games or prying into people's facebook lives. Instead, I have a sense of decorum. I have limits. I have a dull-witted PC, a 10 yr old television, and poor Internet bandwith.

So, here I am at 2am.