Since I’m a card-carrying night-owl and a chronic alarm-clock-snooze-button pusher, there are very few occasions when I’m up in time to see the dawn. With my college days behind me and no new puppy in the house, there are even fewer occasions when seeing the dawn means I’m still up from the day before.
There has been an recent upswing in those up-all-night days though, thanks to the latest series of books I’ve been reading. Last weekend, I was in the midst of a book around bedtime, with no chance of finishing it any time soon since I’d started it late that evening. I put in a bookmark, closed it, got ready for bed . . . and then decided I’d read just one more chapter.
I’m sure you know what happened next. Continue reading