It's 4:30 a.m. I've been up since 2:00 a.m. “What's wrong Jarrett, can't sleep?” It happens. When I go to bed early I wake up in the middle of the night; when I go to bed late I sleep until 8:00 a.m. Is my mind punishing me because I turned the TV off to sleep instead of kept it on to keep me on? No good deed goes unpunished.
I ate two pieces of cinnamon raisin toast. Just a little bit of margarine and it's good to go. Nice, tasty toast at 4:30 a.m. My cat must wonder why I'm upstairs before she is. (She's curled up on a pillow in my room downstairs.) She's supposed to wake me up, not the other way around.
CNN is on. It's that special hour on CNN where it's the international edition and you realize things happen in the world that don't relate to a former reality television host. Italy has a second coronavirus spike— will the people sing from the balconies this time? No, because it's different this time. We have masks, we have an economy that needs to run and governments that think we're lazy. But the restaurants; how will they survive? How many restaurants do we need when we still have food banks?