Late at night

Why is it that as I lay in bed at night I can come up with such wonderful things to post about? I can formulate perfect sentences and thoughts flow freely. But then the next morning, nothing.....zip, zilch, nada, nothing comes to me. My mind is like a blank screen, very similar to the face my children give when when I ask them to behave. So, because I could think of nothing else to write, I thought I would write about that......the fact that I have nothing to write. I guess I should write the ideas down or come down and knock them out when I am thinking about them but really I am not THAT concerned with keeping my few bloggers entertained. Sorry folks.......maybe I will remember more next time!