We Spent Years Up Late

Here’s one I prepared earlier …

No really, it’s 8.37pm on Wednesday as I write this and schedule it to publish at an aptly late hour tonight. For right now I am tucked up sound asleep (I hope) as I must rise at 4.30am in order to make a 6.35am flight to Sydney.

But what it is that usually keeps me up so late? Forever trying to cram things into the day, it’s usually art-making that keeps me up late at night. And so often even after I finish up for the evening I need to wind down, and end up window-shopping researching on Etsy, or playing a few games of solitaire. Whenever I stumble into bed exhausted, I think of those Warren Zevon lyrics, I’ll sleep when I’m dead … and think with satisfaction about all I’ve accomplished for the day.