This morning I was awakened at the crack of dawn by loudspeakers. I looked out the window and saw people running down the streets. Portable toilets and cheering spectators lined the curbs.
A marathon was taking place in my neighborhood.
I almost yelled out the window "GET A LIFE!" but was too tired to pry open my winter-stuck window.
I was tired because I stayed up half the night painting. Staying up half the night painting is my idea of a marathon. If those runners out there had any idea how much fun I had painting all night, they wouldn't be out there running at the crack of dawn. They'd still be in bed because they stayed up half the night painting.
And then maybe I could get some sleep.