This just in: insomnia is COOL. Sometimes. When it doesn't last for days on end, obv. But man. I woke up at 3 am last night, couldn't get back to sleep, and by the time the rest of the house woke up I was seventy-five percent done with my day. I'd even gone for a run!
Now all that's left is to gradually sink into torpor and decline as the frenetic high of the coffee wears off. However, since that's what I do pretty much every day, I have the gradual decline plus hours of bustling productivity behind me.
My morning run was awesome, too. Last night it "rained," so that there was a fresh coolness over everything and it felt almost like another place. A place where it rains. The sky was heavy but pink, and running up through the hilly neighborhood to the north I could kind of feel everyone waking up around me, with the day just starting to get busy and me right in the middle. I passed the house where a couple of months ago there was a coyote standing in the driveway, as straight and proud as if she owned the place; her mate came by a few minutes later with a rabbit in his mouth. No coyote today.