Sometimes I could sit up at 4 due to anticipation, and watch Knicks or Simmons or Jazz. It’s great already. Asleep at 5 45 with dogs rearranged. Up whenever cause I guess I’m addicted to coffee. Tablet back in bed finding my voice. Stirring something up that requires me to dent a mattress. Snowing in December is conducive bridaling energy. Summer time is completely a different animal. The commonality is that every part feels like it’s meant to be.