Though after I’d finished my coffee, and had been brought out of my reverie by the sight of a neighbor who, appearing in his own driveway, had gotten into his vehicle, started its engine and turned on the headlights, I moved away from the window and sat down at the table where my laptop is, and began to think of the writing I’d been doing, and of how I wanted to continue to do it today, once I was a little more awake, though I waited till I’d heard the neighbor put the engine of his vehicle in gear, reverse into the street, and then drive on up the road, in whatever direction he happened to be going, before I opened the laptop and began to read back over what I’d most recently written, so that I could get back into the mode or the mindset of the writing itself, which eventually I was able to do, though not right away, as I kept allowing myself to be distracted by the various mundane noises that were transpiring on the street, to which the arrival of dawn, visible through the window, had now brought to the morning a hue of pale light and a regular pattern of traffic.