Today I learned what happens when you set your wake-up alarm in the logic-free pre-slumber fog that overcomes you just as you drop off at night.
Yes, this morning, I - not famed for my enjoyment of early rising - got up at 6.10am, washed and had breakfast before my brain finally clicked into place and I thought 'ummmm, that's not right, I am an hour too early'. I had an early train to catch or I would not be up at 7.10 either! (flexi-time gets it's name for a reason :)).
I did briefly think about going back to bed, by frankly that would have been a Very Bad Idea. I so did some reading and joined the ranks of those smuggards who have always got up, started work, and saved a couple of orphans all before I normally open my peepers.
I just love sleeping.
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I've heard tell of such things. Personally I've never got up any earlier than 10 minutes late. Well I salute you. May you achieve early morning greatness. Or continue snoozing and join our happy ranks of evening mediocrity.
I once got up for an early shift at work starting at 05:50 only find out I wasn't due in until 2pm. That was a sad moment for someone like me who very much likes being under my duvet in the morning, but the smugness of being up early is a joy when it happens.
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