That First Cup Of Java!

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I can't sleep anymore. Or at least I can't sleep through the night too often anymore. To be precise, I fall right to sleep when I go to bed at night, but then, somehow, I wake up and start thinking about all kinds of little things. After an hour of tossing and turning, I simply give up, pull on my jeans and tip-toe downstairs.
This morning, I became conscious at 4 AM. Its lonely in my house at this hour...and cold. Thank goodness for the computer. It gives me the feeling that there is a world awake somewhere out there. News is being made at this hour. That is why I bet I am the first one on my Brooklyn street to know that overnight, Cheney was almost blown up in Afghanistan. Since I am awake at such odd hours, no news escapes me.
There is another advantage to getting up so early. I can make some telephone calls to Europe. They are already awake. And ready to talk. I love that. Makes me feel less lonely. And then there are all my American friends who are up at this time answering their emails. Except that I can't call them at this time, because this could be the one night that they slept through...or popped a sleeping pill. And then I would feel terrible. Because I know how incredible it feels when you can sleep till dawn.
I am not complaining about my troubled sleep pattern. There is something magical about having some time for myself, to collect my thoughts before the morning activities. And the best part of course is that first cup of coffee. It tastes just as good at 4 Am as it does at 6 Am. It makes getting up worthwhile. And that first sip is the best. So here is to that wonderful dark brew and to my friends who are awake at this hour too. You know who you are!