I can’t think of anything I love more than the dead of night. I don’t know what it is, specifically. I used to think it was because that’s when all the parties happen, but the older I get the more I realize I didn’t even like raging with big groups of people in the first place.

I like the silence. The serenity. The dim glow of a TV across the living room carpet with a little haze floating in the air. The sounds of crickets and other wildlife out at the tree line.

Daytime is just too much. The sun beating down on the asphalt and reflecting off of mirrors and windshields, periodically blinding me on my morning commute. It feels like a giant incandescent lightbulb in the sky. I can never relax surrounded by an entire city full of people all in a hurry to get where they need to go.

I don’t get to enjoy the night very often. I’m usually up by 7:30, I leave for work by 8:30 and get home at about 9pm. That leaves me just enough time to feed the animals, watch a couple episodes of whatever’s on and fall asleep.

I hate to admit it but it’s actually been nice having a couple days off, even if I am miserable with COVID. I work too fucking much.