It's 20 past 5 in the morning, and I have been up all night. Did some novel writing, but not enough to warrant being up till this hour. But sometimes sleep just doesn't find its way into your bones, and your head is awake, too.
I had an email in my spam box last night that gave me pause with the subject line of "long lost". It didn't seem spam-like. I opened it up, and it turns out it is my (long lost) cousin who I haven't seen in some twenty or thirty years. Last I remember she lived in Arizona. Oddly enough, Iive up the block from the house she lived in as a kid.She was doing a search for our surname, and found me on one of the art sites I belong to. It was so good to hear from her, and I look forward to reconnecting through this wonderful web.
It's still dark out, but I don't think there's much chance of sleep just yet. Not feeling it.
Today is Labor Day... the unofficial "end of summer". Children are returning to school this week, and the streets will be quiet.
I have no particular plans.