Four o'clock in the morning

Children think of four o'clock in the morning as an exotic time. Either very early, or very very late in the grand scheme of things.

Adults seldom find it all that wonderful.

I have been trying to turn myself from a late night person into one who goes to bed at a reasonable hour and rises at one too. For the past few years I have been fairly successful thanks to Bestest's persistent patter about the benefits of both.

Tonight, however, I am once again hobbling. That makes it impossible for me to walk, or exercise in any way at all. Just the necessary trips around the apartment require a cane and careful steps all the way.

Perhaps that is why I have not been able to go to sleep. I know that if I have to get up in the night, which I always do several times, it will be slow and painful and also not good for my foot which needs to be elevated as much as possible when fending off these injuries.

And so I sit here on the first day of February having been up all night long. I've read the book for book club, watched The Crown on Netflix, looked at Facebook, and now I'm writing My Thots.

It's four o'clock in the morning.