[those quiet midnight hours]

I've come to love the time between when most people go to sleep and the birds start chirping their heads off. It'd become 'my time', the span of a few short hours where time slows and life just seems to ease along. As I sit at my computer and type this post up, it's just past 2:30 in the morning and the only sounds that I can hear are the clicking of the computer keys and the leaves rustling from the wind blowing outside. The highway near my house doesn't have any cars on it and there aren't kids running up and down the street, wanting to play with their friends. Everything is standing still.

And yet, I always manage to ruin it by waiting until the birds wake up and start going off on their early bird activities. I hate mornings, and once the birds are up, you know that 1) you're definitely up late and 2) there's no way you're going to get any sleep until they pipe down a little. So, I shall leave you with these thoughts before I depart to spend my time enjoying the crickets that have started up and listening to how loud silence can be.

Thoughtful Thoughts

• Why can't women put on mascara with their mouth closed?
• If con is the opposite of pro, is Congress the opposite of progress?
• If flying is so safe, why do they call the airport the terminal?