-What is the midnight jolt, anyway?-

One can eat smart and exercise, or lounge on a roman triclinium while guiding sweatmeats and high confection pudding into their gullets with pudgy fingers. Either way, there are those rare moments when the body ignores the paltry (or excessive) supply of food you provided, and floods the place with all the energy the vessel can handle. And when it happens, you'll know. Your steps quicken, your smile becomes a maniacal grin. Your rods and cones quail as their vista widens as never before.

This bulging-eyed dynamo you've just become changes on the outside, but that is nothing compared to the vivid alteration of your brain. And the only way you'll know it is when the four or more BIG ideas get caught trying to get out at the same time.

My jolts usually take place around midnight.