2 am and she calls me cause I'm still awake

A few years ago, I had a friend who would always call me about 5 minutes after I'd gotten into bed, right at the I'm comfortable and my eyelids are beginning to droop phase before I dozed off into sweet dreams and would summon me for an improptu pancake eating late night chat.

Somehow, my insatiable need for social interaction mixed with intrigue would coax my fatigued body up in the middle of the night for some late-ok middle of the-night flapjacks.

Or was it the love of pancakes?

At any rate, my life lacks spontaneity of this variety and for a moment this evening I missed it a little.

And I miss pancakes.

And perhaps.....

Nope, not going down that road because a cute smiley little girl will be up in 7 hours, and honestly, that metabolism seems to be long gone.

But it's fun to remember.