The city is sleeping, breathing lightly ... perhaps a snuffling or snoring. At 4:15 (or so I thought), the only sounds I heard were the hum of the coffee maker, the tip-clacking of the dog's claws, and the crunch-munching of my cat. And all was right with the world ...

Just now, Someone I Live With (who shall remain anonymous, because he's famous and we don't want any publicity) came in and told me it is not 5:05, but 6:30 or so. Damn my computer clock.

And so off I go for my morning rendezvous with James.