Blink, blink. Eh! Morning, Already?

There is particular shade of blue which comes into the sky in the hour before dawn. It differs from any of the shades of blue which follow the sunset. That early glow in the east is electric. It vibrates in the mind like a tone in music, and ends the night before the sun has risen. I could spend hours, or days, washed in that color. I wonder if it has a name?

Another night fled, and I'm wondering why, when the nights have grown longer, they seem as short as in summer. I get wrapped up in things, and time gets away from me. Here I am again, in dawn's chill, unable to account for the hours which have passed.

But, here is something interesting to look at: This post by insomnia offers you a chance to anonymously confess your shame, guilt, or insecurity. A fascinating idea. I posted something. Try and guess which is mine, if you'd like. Fun for the whole LJ family!

Odd

Lately, I find myself liking beer less than I used to. I've never drunk a great deal of it at one sitting, except for a couple of unpleasantly memorable occasions, but I have drunk it fairly regularly with dinner, and sometimes lunch, and once in a while with late night snacks, since I was about 18 or 19. That's a lot of beer. A few weeks ago, I made some popcorn, and grabbed a bottle of porter from the refrigerator, and suddenly thought no, that's not what I want, even though that usually is what I want. I ended up drinking carrot juice, instead. Since then, this has happened several times. I drink apple cider or carrot juice or something else when I would once have had beer. Tonight, when I was pouring a bottle of Sierra Nevada at dinner, I thought a glass of red wine would be nice for a change. Hmmm. Is there something like beeropause?