It's 5:06am. I am up. I am downstairs at my computer while the rest of my family sleeps upstairs. I do not want to be up. I want to be asleep, too.
I woke up initially because the bedroom had turned into a furnace (figuratively, just in case anyone really wondered) and I knew we were expecting thunderstorms tonight and I thought maybe I should turn off my computer in case we do get lightning, because fried computer is not something I ever want to have.
So I checked the weather and there's a band of rain heading toward us, but it's diminishing as it approaches the metro area and we may not see more than a light mist by the time it actually gets here.
Gotta love those heat islands.
And then I poked around on the blogosphere and found Jack's Shack. I'd read some of his comments before, most recently his comment to Ezer K'negdo's post about conversion status in Israel. I don't know why I hadn't read his blog before (probably too much time with my nose stuck in a book) but it seemed appropriate in the dark and solitude of the wee morning hours when I can't sleep and want something interesting to read.
Feel good, Jack - your blog won out over Palm Solitaire, random Internet browsing, and Oprah's "O" magazine!
5:17 a.m. Still no rain. Still hot in the house. Still tired. Guess I'll try to eeke out another hour or two of sleep and hope that I'm not hatin' life too much by the time the kids get me up.
It's gonna be a two-coffee day.