While it’s difficult to work the shift I’m on (6:30p-5a), there’s something magical about it. I almost feel like I’m part of a special club because I roll out of work when most everyone is sleeping. Yesterday I did see someone just pulling out of their driveway and wondered where they were headed. I’ve seen a few houses with lights on, some activity going on within the house. Most inhabitants are fast asleep though and I like feeling like the only one who’s awake. It’s like the world doesn’t really exist when you’re sleeping and those who are up during those hours are not really supposed to be there either. Of course I’ve pulled all-nighters or stayed up really early in the morning, in fact I did it with such regularity growing up that I’m definitely more of a night owl than I am an early bird (why do the two most frequent sayings about sleep patterns have to do with birds?). I used to stay up until 1 or 2 in the morning when I was in grade school because I just couldn’t put the book I was reading down. Bad habits die hard. But it’s different when one is staying up through the night because one is working. It’s just weird. I wish I could explain it better than that. Words are all I have though and this will have to do.