I woke today at 7:30 for no apparent reason, and couldn't fall back to sleep. This is, in essence, a good thing because starting Monday, I have to be out my door at 8:30 every day. I know that for those of you with day jobs or children this is no big deal, but for me, it is. I like to sleep in or at least wake up slowly and stay in my pjs for a couple of hours before I have to go out into the real world. Alas, this semester I have to learn how to be a morning person.
One of the stranger adjustments I've had to make here in Chicagoland is the time difference. It's only an hour, but you'd be amazed how much difference that makes. I noticed right away that the summer sunset was happening earlier than I wanted it to, and after DST ended...ugh! It's dark at 4pm. Stranger still is that late night TV starts at 11--and this in a city where some bars are open until 4am. What could possibly be "late night" about 11?
I don't know if it's a pavlovian response or what, but when I watch the evening news (which should be on at 11 but is on at 10), I start getting sleepy. So--Chicago is turning me into a morning person, because I'm hardly ever up past 11. I guess this is a good thing. Except that I don't know, without my late nights, what my best time of day for writing/thinking is.
That's why I'm here at 8:30 am. Because I can't jump right into working, and blogging seems like an easy transition. Now let's see if I'm ready to work on that syllabus...
Poem: Far Gone
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2 comments:
I don't know... I've had an 8-to-5 job for almost 25 years now, and getting up that early still feels like kind of a big deal to me. You can learn to cope with mornings, but that doesn't necessarily mean you'll ever be a morning person.
Or maybe you will, who knows. :)
You're probably right, Anne, but I'm not ready to admit it's going to be a life-long battle... Ugh!
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