This just may be my favorite time of day. There is something magical about being up alone in a house that's quietly humming - there's never no noise, but it's as silent as it gets. The phone's not ringing, the stuff that has to get done is past being thought of, and my body is strangely heavy and alert at the same time. Maybe it's like fasting - as the physical body is deprived of what it needs, the mind becomes sharper.
Just a quick reflection, and now I'm off to bed, because as much as I do take great joy in this sensation, I know I will not be quite as content tomorrow when I'm trying to be patient. But for right now, it's worth it.