Many nights I wake in the wee hours. Usually I read myself back to sleep. Last night was not one of those times. I had a burst of creative energy. I got out of bed and walked down the hall to my desk. I started writing.

I appreciate inspiration and am glad to go where it leads, even if it’s leading me at an hour when I’d rather be asleep.

So I followed the muse, brewed the tea, coaxed the words. And now … I’m falling asleep sitting up.

There’s only one way to deal with mornings like this: Keep moving. Which is exactly what I plan to do.