My body has apparently given up completely on the concept of time zones. Or sleep. Or whatever.
Fred woke me up at precisely 4 am Laramie time with a demand to finish the work on Green, right now. (He has a point — the revised manuscript is due today.) Once I’ve completed this post, that’s what I’m doing. Six and a half hours sleep? Pshaw. 3 am at home? Pshaw.
The spice must flow, baby. The spice must flow.
Whether or not I’m done by 6:30 am, I am going walking.