I could not for the life of me get any good sleep last night. Despite going to bed at 9.30. I couldn’t get my mind to shut off, and I couldn’t get comfortable. I know that Andy got up during the night to read for awhile because he couldn’t sleep either. I felt him tossing around. I heard him get up and then awhile later come back into the room. And lie down. And then his gentle snoring. And me staring into the darkness, listening to him breathe and thinking about how I would have to get up for work in a few hours.

So I got up, and showered, and made coffee, and got dressed. And as a result of being up so early, I can now tell you that “Morning Edition” on NPR starts at 4. Before that, it’s still jazz.

I had my oatmeal and logged online and surfed aimlessly for a long, long time. I should have read or tried to read, but nope. Didn’t do it. I left for work extra early, and got here extra early. And had some coffee here. My colleague Joe called in sick (almost wish I could have too), and the big boss is out of the office today. So I’ll be answering the phones and running the “show.” So far, so good.

I can’t say I’m exactly cranky. But I do have that slightly floating feeling, the one you have when you get up really early and throw your routine out of whack. I wonder how brutal this afternoon is going to be. My brain will be like a slug.