Up at 3 a.m. to write, most of a poem in my head, and I haven't done that in a long time. Almost like the old days when creative insomnia was the norm. However, my knees remind me soon enough that it's not the old days at all.
A good day, I think. I have Soldier's Joy down on the banjo and I am about ready to tackle Arkansas Traveler.
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