To be accurate, I have been up since I took Alison to work and I am still up, although sitting. On these cold winter nights I have taken to visualizing myself in a rustic cabin out in the woods with a big fire going (in the fireplace). Yes, I realize you have to suspend disbelief. Who started the fire? Who is keeping it going? Do fire nymphs really exist?

But, anyway, I’m lying there under my blanket which I see as two or three piled-up quilts  and the fire is going  . . . and I think of switching my mind channel from that scene to the car waiting for me in the driveway. Oh, you should hear the gears smash against each other.

Come to think of it, though, indoor plumbing helps the transition somewhat.