I can catch up on those old episodes of Wings and Home Improvement that I missed in the early 90's.
My mental to-do list is on fire in the middle of the night. If I keep a notepad nearby, I'm certain I'll create an epic list that will keep me busy for the next three years.
My cats love it when I'm up in the middle of the night. They curl up on all sides of the sofa and circle me while I read or watch TV. I'm jealous of their peaceful sleep. They are jealous of my midnight snacks.
I have the time to ponder thoughts that I'm normally too busy or sane to consider:
- Jillian Michaels really does looks like a man.
- Why is the same episode of Three's Company on every time I am up at 3am?
- Why don't men wear ascots anymore?
The Slap Chop infomercial doesn't watch itself.
So it's another day of coffee and maybe a nap this afternoon. Maybe I'll dream of Vince, wearing an ascot, Slap Chopping me a midnight snack.