Making coffee on a Sunday morning is hard

There's an idea for a book that's been very generally, non-actively floating around in my head for a few years, but it's never gone anywhere because I hadn't figured out how to approach it in a way that works for a long-form novel, and I didn't want to do it as a short story.  Last night at midnight, inspired partly by the guy whose first book was The Duties of Clerks of Petty Sessions in Ireland, a light bulb went off and I had an idea.  By 12:02 AM, I was Googling to see if my book had been written by anyone else yet.  By 12:10, I had determined that it has not.  By 12:40, I had written out an approach to it.  By 1:00 AM I had written out the film sister-version pitch to myself.

At 1:15 AM, I got out of bed to alter the approach to the book.

At 1:23 AM, I got out of bed again to jot down more ideas.

At 1:40 AM, I sent an e-mail to my mom that said "You're going to laugh, but bear with me..." and pitched her both the book and film versions.

I woke up at 9 AM, and by the time I'd gotten out of bed at 9:30, I'd completely changed the film version to be something else entirely but even cooler.

By 9:32 AM I was on the phone with my mom brainstorming modifications, details, and research targets.

When my fiancé woke up at 10:30 AM, he first jokingly asked, "So did you finish?  Is your book done?" and then when he noticed there was coffee in my mug but none in the coffee pot, he asked why I was drinking instant coffee and hadn't bothered to make "real" drip coffee.  I replied, "I need coffee to make coffee and don't have the energy to make coffee before I have my first cup of coffee."

Him: "...... You came up with a book and a film idea and made all those notes on them, but you don't have the energy to make coffee?"

Me: "No.  Making coffee is exhausting."

Him: "....You have a very directionally specific concentration of energy, Jessica."

Yeah... but he made the coffee.