What's on your mind in a 3 am wake-up?
For me, last night: 1) coughing; 2) thinking left-field thoughts: of our Chemex from the 70s and the light reflecting in its curves, of my grandmother's soft inner upper arm (she must have been about my age now), of the flat fields of the farm; 3) then hearing the broken ice maker dumping its 12th daily load of filtered cubes—it won't turn off and seems too expensive to fix. So we have bowls and bowls of ice everywhere.
