All Through the Night

I couldn't get to sleep last night. At least not until the wee hours, 2 or 3 a.m. Late, considering I had been up since 6 a.m. I wasn't troubled, wasn't worried about anything, wasn't obsessing over those dark thoughts that keep me awake at times. No, it was the opposite. I was full of life, just didn't feel sleepy, tired etc. I can't blame it on caffeine. I say "blame" rather than "credit" because I will probably pay for my night of exuberance by feeling tired and stodgy at some point today. This sort of thing happens a few times a year. I just feel energized (like the bunny) and just keep going, going, going. Sleep? I don't need no stinkin' sleep. No drugs, pills, etc., just "high on life" as the innocents used to admonish the doped-up hippies. It's similar to the way I feel when I write. Time becomes meaningless. (What is time, anyway? Subject for another blog.) I've experienced "runner's high" or being "in the zone" a couple of times and it's a wonderful feeling. Almost an out-of-body experience, running fast (well, fast for an old fart) and not feeling any pain or aches or the weight of your body. You're there and just feel (or at least wish) that it could go on forever. It doesn't, but like every good thing in life, you are happy that you had the experience and eagerly await the next time it arrives.