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07/12/2003: "Things are quiet at 3:29am"

I love weekends. Not that I have anything against week days, but... anyway. I finally decide it's time to fluff the pillow before making sleepy eyes. Before I do that, it's time to go float in the spa (very toasty on my webbed toes). But at 1am, the spa wasn't on, so I flipped it on, and it'd be ready in about an hour. I got caught up in a movie, and didn't hit the spa until 3am.

I realize that the world, everywhere, is asleep at 3am. That could explain the overwhelming sense of quiet and calm I felt as soon as I wobbled outside. The stars were clear, a planet or very immobile shiny object was in the south-eastrn portion of the sky. But it's later now, and I feel relaxed, refreshed, and ready for bed.