I'm not a big fan of waking up in the wee hours of the morn, but I must admit: 5am is a beautifully meditative time of day, even when the reason you're bumping into the day that early is that you were torn out of sleep because of a groggy wine headache and the sudden ability to breathe out of only one nostril, your cat has left an ineradicable spot of stank assery on your clean sheets just inches from where your head rests which (for some reason--perhaps to truly verify its stank-asseriness) you keep sniffing with your one good nostril and then gagging at, and either the world's most ridiculous bird or Old Guy Neighbor is shouting "Chee chee chee" into the mutable mystical morn.

And that says something. That really says something.

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