3 am whispered. A lamp in the corner normally illuminates a daylight LED bulb. But that's only in the daytime. During the quietness of the night, the daylight bulb gives way to a red bulb. Like a photographer's darkroom. Except I'm developing ideas, not film.

Headphones are on. My Apple iTunes library is launched. I scroll through "Recently Added." Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers "Angel Dream" was released just days ago. I miss Tom. And the Heartbreakers. The ringtone on my phone is "You Wreck Me," proving my fondness for Tom's music. Hours are spent in the darkness of night with headphones on, listening to music.

Track 3 of "Angel Dreams" fires up, Change The Locks.

I can relate to this song. More now than ever.

I changed the lock on my front door

So you can’t see me anymore

And you can’t come inside my house

And you can’t lie down on my couch

I changed the lock on my front door

And I changed the number on my phone

So you can’t call me up at home

And you can’t say those things to me

That make me fall down on my knees

I changed the number on my phone

’Cause I changed the kind of car I drive

So you can’t see me when I go by

And you can’t chase me up the street

And you can’t knock me off of my feet

I changed the kind of car I drive

I changed the kind of clothes I wear

So you can’t find me anywhere

You can’t spot me in a crowd

And you can’t call my name out loud

I changed the kind of clothes I wear

It's 3:22 am when I begin to wonder - for the umpteenth time - whether or not my caffeinated drink mixes are contributing to my insomnia. I've been down this rabbit hole before. Many times. I consume about 120 milligrams daily. According to the FDA website that's not excessive.

For healthy adults, the FDA has cited 400 milligrams a day—that's about four or five cups of coffee—as an amount not generally associated with dangerous, negative effects. However, there is wide variation in both how sensitive people are to the effects of caffeine and how fast they metabolize it (break it down).

Doing some basic math with the help of a calculator that sits right by my mouse, I figure it's been many years since I consumed 400 milligrams or more. Dr. Pepper was once my drug of choice. Then Diet Dr. Pepper. Then Dr. Pepper Zero. I've got a handful of liter bottles in the pantry right now that have been there for months. Rarely do I venture away from a 38-ounce bottle of water with a single Crystal Light Strawberry drink mix inserted. I’m not sure caffeine is much of a player anymore, but here I am wide awake at 3:40 am wondering about it.

Should I give it up completely? I wonder. But of all the things that might be keeping me up, I rather doubt caffeine is much of a contributor. It's more substantial than that I figure.

As the clock approaches 4 am I'm on track 10 listening to Tom sing, "Climb That Hill."

You got to get up and climb that hill

Get up and climb that hill

You got to get up and climb that hill again

Cares. It's an interesting term for life's problems. Cares.

We ascribe caring to things positive.

“People don't care how much you know until they know how much you care”  ― Theodore Roosevelt

"He's a loser. He just doesn't care."

"He could not care less."

So the anti-sentiment is careless. Care. Less. We sure don't want to be that.

Then modern culture admonishes us to stop caring what others think. Selfishness and self-centeredness are considered acts of courage. Disregard the voices in your life who attempt to help you. Don't listen to anybody other than yourself. Sure, you can do that,