My new life

Apparently, includes much less sleep. I've heard people compare the birth of a book to the birth of a baby. Now I know one more reason why: both wake you up in the middle of the night, demanding immediate attention. So here I sit, at 449 AM, trying to remember what woke me up thinking about the links between Platonic idealism and big suburban backyards. I dreamed of my father last night. I wish he were here to help me laugh at all of this.