I started working overnights this week at CNN.
I haven’t worked into the wee hours of the morning in about 17 years. Then, I was more eager. Now, I am middle-aged.
I thought it might be like all those crazy hours in Iraq. But it’s different when bombs are falling around you.
I feel like a vampire now, spending my awake hours in darkness at home, in even more darkness in the cavernous newsroom.
I burst into tears after returning home one morning. Drinking red wine at 7 a.m. is not my idea of fun. Like a vampire’s last kill before entering slumber.