Night Owling

For the better part of 40 years I was a night-owl.  Somewhere around my mid-forties, 5am told me it was time to get up, and 8pm started to tell me it was time for bed.  Having to stay up and do things became "nostalgic."

For several years, in my late teens and early twenties, I worked the graveyard shift at a radio station.  Every night... 7 nights a week, 52 weeks a year, I was there.  I loved it.  Not so much for the pay... that wasn't so lovable.  There's something about working in the night air, peace and quiet, that made the time seem to pass more quickly.

That was 30 years ago.  Ouch.  Still like doing stuff at night, even though my body doesn't like staying up as much as it once did.  "Like" might be too strong a word... Don't mind once in a while... If I have to do it.