I began this post at 4am.  I was tossing and turning in bed, thinking about what to write, before I decided to get up and actually write.  My eyes sting, my bladder is full, but  it doesn’t matter, right now I must write.  I slipped into my office and eased into my chair.  It’s a big, leathery, chair on those wheels not meant for plush carpets.  It sticks as I try to inch closer to my desk.  I can hear my dog get up.  She probably hears the typing.  I hear the jingle of her collar and her name plate, as she gets up and shakes out her fur.  The door creaks as she pushes it with her nose, scampers in, and grunts at…