It's quarter to seven and dark. The lights across the river show a diamond-like quality of sharpness. The darkness is not black; there's a twinge of orange. The orange is not from an impending sunrise, but the colour added by urban streetlights.

I love not having anything at all necessary to do today. So few people are blessed with empty time. I suppose at different times in my life, I would have dealt with it differently. I don't want to sound like an old person, but after hanging around the planet for close to five decades, a bit of greater understanding does prevail. I look back on my thirties as my most hectic and driven time. That would be the time that employers could've gotten the sheer largest amount of work out of me. Notice, that I did not say most productive though.
Anyway, I don't think everybody is capable of dealing with '
downtime' without practice. As a society we're still conditioned to believe if we're not actively engaged in some quantifiable pursuit, then we're just being lazy. Few value the simple task of thinking. The chance to catch up on reading or media can be more of a worthy endeavor than most actions accomplished for one's job.
I like not having somebody else's timeclock to punch. I appreciate having enough money to afford lots of free time. I love the idea of doing exactly as I please today.