Well, it’s 3 am and I’m more awake that I’ve been all day. For some reason, I’ve always been a night owl and feel more alive at night than during the day, and I’m sure this confounds Rick, who seems to be a natural day person. I’m not sure what it is about being up at night that is so exciting for me. It’s not that I don’t like to sleep or that I don’t enjoy the daylight, there’s just something about being up at night, all night, that rather appeals to me. Perhaps it’s the dark and quiet solitude that seems to embrace me, the city is quiet, the house is quiet, you can hear further and there aren’t as many lights. The neighbourhood nightkitties come out to visit me on my front porch, and I can hear the sound of people talking in the distance as a streetcar goes by, a dog barks and I know that it’s a few blocks away, but would I have heard it during the day? Probably not. So many sounds, so many things to see and pay attention to during the day, it’s overwhelming. My attention is everywhere, all at the same time during the day, but at night it belongs to me, I can focus and I can sense things in a totally different way, and it makes me feel calm. I like it, this night.