I went to bed early last night in anticipation of an early rise this morning. (It’s one of those days when I wear clean pants and a tie and conduct actual business in the actual world.) Robbi did not join me, saying she was going to paint a bit before turning in.
I woke up at 2:55am and was surprised to find her still at it.
Robbi and I are not wired the same. I become bleary and incoherent by midnight and have never done the proverbial all-nighter. But when she needs to, Robbi is able to summon rare reserves of energy and march straight through the night. The current urgency is a book we’re trying to finish in time for our reading at Bookplate on Friday night (have I mentioned that we’d love to see you there?).
When I rolled out of bed for good at 5:00, she was still at it. She showed me her good work and promptly went to bed. Now I’m in Wilmington, waiting for a train.
