Alas! My more poetic moods seem to have sadly morphed into late night silliness.
I miss Tom Snyder and Dick Cavett, and their oddly provocative, but long-gone night owl fodder. The latter always gave me motive to sneak out of my bedroom at such an hour. My father was always sound asleep on the very serious nailhead trimmed leather sofa and down for the count.
Time has fought me that “Law & Order: SVU” and “Criminal Minds” are not the solutions to my inability to sleep. However, my over-extended neuropathetic fingers are exhausted and indeed pathetic. They are weary of the keyboard.
Lord, DON’T I miss spontaneity, drive … and the ample energy and time for both!
The only prompt looming for me to wistfully retire is the possibility of my beloved scolding me.
(Image: “Jean Cocteau dans son Atelier,” by Moïse Kisling, 1916.)