Garlic at midnight

I got home at 11:55 PM, wired wired wired. I had just been at the first cold read through of the first draft of our screenplay (very successful, got lots of laughs, needs more work) and then had a long story session afterwards—much longer than I had anticipated—and got a little more scared about the rewrites ahead, and a little scared about being up and wired. But I did get home, and it was almost midnight, and I almost came right inside, and then on a whim I decided to cross the street and look at the night garden. On a second whim, I decided to dig up some my first ever head of garlic. And then I took a look at the tomatoes, and there were tons of almost ripe ones, and as I gave one a little squeeze, it came off in my hand, and so then I had a head of garlic and a tomato, and it was midnight in Brooklyn, so I went inside and saw my family for the first time in what feels like days.