circadian rhythms

chicago has been splendid. we went out dancing last night, getting home just as dawn was starting to leak in and the birds were beginning to rouse. It was great, just driving through the quiet streets, tired and relaxed; ready for sleep as the day was starting. I remarked to Mike that I hadn't done this in a long time. He replied that he does it, perhaps, too often. we snoozed for a few hours, then awoke for coffee and a new day. going to a play tonight (something by Ibsin--the Dollhouse?) then karaoke. then some bar crawl he and his friends call the "Trail of Tears." my train leaves for michigan at 7:30 tomorrow morning; I think I'll be sleeping most of the way back.