I’ve been staying up terribly late this week… you see, I’ve found comfort turning on a solitary desk lamp in my home office. I sit at this old bank desk – a free find on the street –  jamming on the keys and shuffling paper around, with my Tivoli table radio tuned to 700 WLW out of Cincinnati. Truckers call in to a talk show for hours on end, spouting nonsense from meteor sightings to political ramblings to major slowdowns on the inbound I-983 at the junction interchange thingie. It’s a beautiful thing.