3 a.m.

I was up at 3 a.m.. Couldn't sleep and so decided to get up and work instead of thrashing about in bed.

Drafted some material, had a very early breakfast, and talked to the dog when she wandered in to see what I was doing. 

Eventually I fell back to sleep on the living room sofa until the dog returned to remind me that it was time for her breakfast. 

My wife slept through all of this: a testament to my cat-burglar skills which, I should note, stand in contrast to the subtle jack-hammer style she adopts whenever she is up earlier.

Later I will see if the draft makes sense but I believe it will. 

There are occasions when 3 a.m. is just the right time for insight.