great, pub's still open, I'll just spill my bowl of ice cream on my keyboard over here . . . and order a drinkski.

Was up again before dawn this morning, third in a row, but not just to catch the light. I was off on a 45-minute highway drive to pick up the junior unit at her job. She got off at 7:00 a.m. She was smart and lovely and fun, even after having way less sleep than me over the past many days.

On the drive I had these thoughts:

I love the early early morning. I love the strange quality of light. I love the quiet. I love the handful of people that are out at 6:00 a.m., jogging or cycling or working in the all-night cafés.

I love the late late night. I love the dark. I love the silence, broken only by occasional sirens. I love not going to sleep... trying to get one...more...thing...done.

I love sleep, deep exhausted sleep. I love dreaming.

I even love the long days, although they are full of painful "news" from war and earthquaked lands, they are also full of small miracles and little acts of kindness and love.

I can love these things and still be distressed about many things. I can love these things and still be full of restless longing.