It's 3 a.m. Do You Know Where Your Senses Are?

I love holiday weekends, because sleep schedules lose their power.

Ate a yummy pasta dinner with Dena, then cozied up on the couch and drifted off to sleep. Woke up three hours later around 9:30 p.m. with a fresh round of energy.

Played, read, blogged. Now it's three in the morning and Mr. Sandman is finally back for another visit. Pop in a good comedy DVD and lights out.

By the time I regain consciousness the sun will be high in the sky, the birds wide awake and the grass dispensing infinite doses of its unmistakable springtime aroma.

I drink it in and store it up. That's the dream of future freedom that brightens even the most overcast of workday mornings.