Nights can be long in the middle, can't they? Especially when one is wide awake and unable to sleep.
I wander around the house (confusing the dog that sleeps under the bed), have something to eat or something to drink, try different bedrooms, or settle for the living room couch and the t.v.
Buddy Ebsen is still a Beverly Hillbilly in the middle of the night. Ron Howard may be a successful, balding Hollywood movie producer, but he's still eight years old and going fishing with "Pa" in Mayberry - in the middle of the night.
"Pa" is slender, dark haired, and easy going for thirty minutes, but he changes to a heavy, suave, white-haired detective/lawyer named Matlock at the stroke of midnight. But an insomniac adjusts quickly.
The world of infomercials has introduced me to many things too wondrous to behold. Do I really need a knife set that includes a filet knife that I can use to skin a tomato? I think not. Ron Popeil has yet to convince me that I need a rotisserie that I can "Set it and forget it!" Now the kitchen garbage can with enclosed 72' of continuous plastic garbage bags might be o.k., but I'll struggle with what I have.
People in dire financial straits must stay awake nights worrying. That is the only explanation I have for the continual �get-you-out-of-debt� commercials. There must be big money in rescuing people! Perhaps an investment in a pair of scissors might be an alternative?
Sirens of police, fire trucks, ambulances, and first responders bring thoughts of sorrow for those who need help and thoughts of appreciation that I am warm and safe. In the summer when windows are open and the wind is in the right direction, a distant train can occasionally be heard. Are people going on pleasant trips? Is freight being moved to supply my needs?
Deep thoughts come easily in the middle of the night. Sitting outside on the patio with solar lights being the only illumination, the eyes are drawn to the heavens. Is there life out there? I'll never know and I suppose it doesn't really matter. The Creator had a plan in mind and I'm not about to second guess Him.
The discovery that the warm slippers I've worn for two years are both for the right foot was a midnight disappointment. Does anyone have a pair for just left feet?