Devils bringing dreams of bohemian life

I did a blog post tonight- on location, when AMC and I visited the womb of Denver, the birthplace of modern LoDo (lower downtown). The Tattered Cover Bookstore. It was here way before most other cool places. It was here when no one came to LoDo besides those who braved the possibility of a showdown with modern day Gunsmoke characters. Anyhow, that post, which I fully intended on posting, (handwritten with an old fashioned pen and paper) was a little love gush on Tattered. Here's a rundown:

Photo A: Culprit photographed at scene

AMC picked these out for me. This made me think, a woman who reads from both ends of the spectrum. Schizophrenia?

This is the only place out of South Florida I have ever met a Rugaleh!

I really do remember how to handwrite something longer than a post it message!

 Well, La Di Da. Tattered Cover it was a nice evening with you. Now, fast forward a few hours later....

BAM! 2 a.m. eyes open- wide. I think to myself as I reach for my phone to check the time, "please let it be at least 4:30" for, that is the magical hour when I've decided that it's OK to wake up. It's almost kinda normal. almost.

Damn! 2 a.m.! That's more on the night side of time than the morning side. Just relax, just get yourself tired playing words with friends.... 6 moves later, still conscious. No biggie, read the new Real Simple magazine that came today... recipes and 10 ways to use an ice cube (?) later...still awake, feeling very envious of Mutty cat who is all curled up doing what normal living things do when it's  dark out- sleeping.

And then it dawned on me...... espresso. (See Photo A above.)The evil little devil on my shoulder told me to order espresso tonight at the Tattered Cover. Made me do it. It possesed me. It wasn't really me because I NEVER order espresso. Like maybe 3 times in my life have I ever ordered it, and one was tonight. The lady behind me in line said, "you wanna be up all night I guess" and I laughed.  I laughed because I thought I was coffee invinceable. I mean, I can handle my stuff... I get coffee's in airports then sleep the whole plane ride.

Espresso, you kicked my butt. Devil on my shoulder, you won- this time.

But here's the thing. I love waking up in the middle of the night, in a way. And,  I've decided, if I lived a bohemian life, perhaps I would do it more often. Sleep, wake up, type, go back to sleep around 6 a.m., wake up again around 9 a.m. and start the day....which would consist of sitting on benches in the botanic garden and biking to buy yummy things to eat. Reading in the afternoon shade and taking a cat nap, to gather energy for meeting friends for dinner.

Yes, waking up in the middle of the night can be delightful it turns out. If I can stay in the moment and not think ahead to how I may feel at work later when performance besides lounging around amongst flowers is expected... and so, I'll try very hard now, to get back to sleep- to dream of bohemian days to come.