It’s August, the sun is coming up later in the morning, and for inexplicable reasons (some misplaced dedication to work?), I’m getting up earlier during the week. And that means it’s dark. I am up before the sun rises (it was still dark when I started this post), and I’m of two minds about it. Maybe three.
First mind: I like being up (once I’m up), and being up this early means I have the entire day ahead of me. When I get up after the sun is up, I feel like I’ve lost precious hours. Not work hours – they’re not precious, although I do feel massively behind if I don’t start work early. I mostly feel like I’ve lost hours when I sleep in on weekends.
Second mind: *whining* It’s daa-aark out there, and I should still be sleeeeeping.
Third mind…no, just two. Two is enough.