A Morning Person
It’s ironic that I usually have to write these tidbits at night, because I am a morning person. I sincerely wish I wasn’t. I’d love to be one of those carefree folks who stay up late and sleep even later, but motherhood wrecked that, and now I can’t reclaim a nocturnal existence, even on the weekend. I consider myself successful if I make it through the first hour of Saturday Night Live, which is truly, truly pathetic.
Having said that, I do NOT like to get up before 7:15. That’s plenty early! But my darling husband (who, you will not be surprised to learn, can be productive at ALL HOURS) has discovered the joy of exercise and has taken to getting up at 7AM three days a week to pursue his newfound goal of becoming a 50ish Charles Atlas. This has become a source of friction, because once any alarm goes off, I’m UP! Would it kill my DH to give me that extra 15 minutes? Apparently so, because his schedule, like that of an Amtrak conductor, is set in stone. Thirty years of billing time in quarter-hours has left an indelible mark.
So, I get up at 7. And I grumble. And (as I’ve shared) I start dreading things I’d rather not do that day. But the silver lining is that I also come up with my best ideas first thing in the morning — stories to write, interview questions to ask, gift ideas, dreams for the future. The brain starts whirling, and off we go.
