Wake up

Top of 13th St. NW, 6:45 a.m.

I accidentally stayed up all night. It’s been a while.

I was riding high on Diet Coke and a buzz from tackling my job all on my own for the first time last night. Then I settled down with a book and a few more hours slipped by. When I finally switched off the lamp, I listening to the sighs and creaks of this still unfamiliar house for a while.  And then I tossed and turned because my shoulders were sore from all the snow shoveling this week. By that point, it was late enough to start fretting about sleeping through my alarm or being a poorly-rested work zombie.

I had a bit on my mind anyway, though just the all-purpose winter malaise that a good weekend can cure.

I gave up on sleep around five and turned on the coffee pot, scooping from the last package of Intelligentsia’s house blend left from my coffee-buying spree right before I left Chicago.

I’ll be wiped out by 9:30 tonight, but I can’t think of a better company on a Friday morning than a lovely sunrise a wonderful coffee.

“I’m feeling mighty lonesome
Haven’t slept a wink
I walk the floor and watch the door
And in between I drink
Black coffee…”

-Ella Fitzgerald

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