I've had a few bouts of insomnia lately. In the city the best I can do is creep out of bed and around the corner to work at the desk in the hall, hoping I won't wake Michael, since there's no door to close. (I shouldn't worry, Michael could sleep through subway construction.) In PA my late evenings are considerably more productive:
Bread & Butter pickles soaking at 1 am.
Tiny little hard peaches from a terrace on CPW made delicious jelly.
Roasted vegetables come out of the oven at 3...soon to be salsa.
Apricots almost dry by 4.
Sky's lightening up by the time I go back to bed. And I'm hungry.