Up at 3am...

I wake at 3am, yesterday it was 4. I really slept late that day. A good time to prepare for a duck hunt, there are plenty of ducks nesting on the lake, but the game wardens would frown on shooting just right now.

Visions of duck shooting, Robert Johnson standing at a bleak Missisippi crossroads, chanted memorized prayers on my lips, thoughts of something in my notes that I just got to get up and see about, see if I remember right, why can't I think about this stuff in the day time? Aint scary enough then. It's way more fun like this, trucks can pass on the farm road, see the house all lit up and think I'm a farmer, up early to plow, yessir them younguns can't take the hours for that kind of stuff anymore they say. They just think they see the partner beside me.

And then, next week I have finals...