Ding.

I remember the old(er) days of Radio, when we would, despite the World's misconception of Mass Communication majors, use intricate Fraction-of-Seconds Math to hit the top of the hour and DING! Play that Legal Station ID. It was as imperative to identify the station as it was to play commercials. What a joy to have taken part in AM radio. What a joy to have taken part in communication, period. So, my point is, DING! The time was 11:00 p.m. It is quiet. All is well. I just made a fresh pot of coffee. My phone has stopped ringing and dinging for the day, and now begins the trusty productive hours of my authoritative nightlife. I write.