I was going to write something. But I think I'll start a novel instead. Another one. No one's awake when it's 3:11 am in Oregon. Anywhere apparently. At least, anywhere I know anyone. I get lonely sometimes. If I was a little kid, I'd make up people to talk to, and go on in some imaginary land that's always new and exciting. What happened to that place? Where did all my friends go? They must have all grown up too, and are out looking for me. I'm right here! I said. Right in front of you! Why can't you see me! I can't see you either, but I know you're there!
What does a mole rat do when it rains??