Retired guys can sleep any time they want. It's like being a kid on summer vacation all over again. I take a nap from about 9 p.m. to 1 a.m., then I spend the wee morning hours until dawn playing music, writing music and doing my first set of my daily yoga routine. These hours from 1 a.m. to about 6 a.m. are hours of blessed internet silence.
No Facebook updates. No arguments at the big time weblogs. Just silence.
I'm thinking of canceling my cable TV subscription. To create more silence. Too much temptation to switch the tube on just to fill up space. I don't want my space to be full. I want it to be quiet and empty. What do I really watch? I follow the Cubs and the Illini. NBA playoffs during the last couple of series. NFL playoffs once they get serious.
My TV is connected to the internet. I can get the games I want to see by subscription. Netflix and Vudu stream plenty of movies. The land line phone is about to go, too. Although my cell phone does not work out here in the Catskill Mountains, I can forward my cell phone to a Skype number.
I'm no longer in a hurry to do anything. After a year and a half of retirement (or unemployment, depending on how you look at it), I'm settling into my own rhythm.
I get so much done during that period of internet silence. No temptations to draw me away from my work. My mind is quiet.