It’s been my experiences that waking up can be a wonderous journey into crystal-clear intellectual clarity…or an agonizing trip somewhat akin to dragging around cement blocks on your feet.

Ever wake up at 3:30am and say to yourself, self, I’m up for a reason…might as well boot up the computer and see what’s new?  Or better yet, say to yourself, self, it’s 3:30am in the morning…any sane individual would turn around and go back to sleep!

Alas, I confess - when I’m up, well, that’s it…I’m up.  Even though I can try to envision herds of sheep running rampant through the soft puffy fleeces of my post-sleep cluelessness, somehow always those sheep are carrying with them turbo-charged mugs of superCaffeine-ized coffee.  Try sleeping with that mental image!

So…I simply get up.  And roll with all the grace of a still-dozing Godzilla to my kitchen, where the Brew of Destiny awaits.    Who knows…perhaps the next Novel of Meaning is just waiting to materialize… 

But if you’re looking for Brewers for said Brew of Destiny, consider:

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