I find myself unable to stay up late nowa­days, the time that writ­ing comes eas­i­est to me. I wake up in the mid­dle of these sum­mer nights and can’t fall back asleep. In the end, I regain lost sleep by tak­ing mid-day naps, a habit I’ll have to break once I find a job. My par­ents would ask me whether I slept well, when I was younger, and being a child at the time, knew noth­ing but excep­tion­al slum­ber. “Of course”, I would tell them, with a con­fused look on my face. To me, naps were always a sign of old age, and per­haps I’m get­ting old­er.

I’ve recent­ly switched from hav­ing bacon with egg on toast in the morn­ings to hav­ing a bacon and egg sand­wich. The dif­fer­ence in prepa­ra­tion lies in the style of eggs. Whereas sun­ny-side up com­pli­ments toast with it’s oh-so-dip­pable run­ni­ness, a pair of over-hard eggs go much bet­ter in any hand held meal.