Too Early In The Morning

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Yeah, I know it’s not too early in the morning.  Today is also my day at Mad Genius Club and I did the post there before this one.  Not that it was early, anyway.  I kind of slept 12 hours and couldn’t figure out why, until I realized that since Dec. 19 I’ve not had a single day without serious physical work.  Apparently after 50 this is not sustainable. So I have flu-like symptoms (despite having the vaccine) and feel like I need to sleep rather a lot.

This is not… great, but I think I’ll be up at normal work rate with a little bit of taking it easy.

So, this is me taking it easy… I guess…

Anyway, when I was little I loved getting up too early in the morning and surprising people/places I loved with their hair down, so to put it.

Like, as a little kid I tended to stay up till forever (my kids too seem to be natural night people, so we let them go to bed whenever, which meant they/) and then I slept till like 10 or 11 am.  Obviously this stopped when I entered school, though the village school was used to my family and quite forgiving of my showing up at 10 am, hastily dressed and still half asleep. (My kids’ school less so, which is why I often delivered Marshall to them at starting time still… what’s the technical term? Oh, yeah, asleep.  Though he’d let me spoon breakfast into his face, dress him and walk him to school in that state.)

But there were a few days I remember (bet you my parents do too!) when I woke up at six or seven am for some reason…. and found out mom and dad had a whole life before Sarah-wake-up-time.

I remember one particular morning waking up to mom singing with the radio and making coffee, and dad joining in and joking.  It was like a whole new world.  It seemed to me the colors were more vivid and these strangers wearing my parents’ appearance far more alive and joyful and… well… young than the people I knew when I woke up at the normal time.

Later on, as a teen, when I went to school in the big city (Porto) I loved it when I dragged my ass out of bed early enough to get to town before the shops opened up.  You’d find shopkeepers whom you knew out in front of their shops washing or sweeping the sidewalk, and looking a little surprised, like you caught them too early in the morning.  It humanized the city and made it less intimidating.

This morning I woke up feeling like I caught THE YEAR that way.  Like, you know, it wasn’t quite expecting me this early, particularly since I have nothing planned, and so I am seeing it early morning, singing with the corny radio music with its makeup off.

This is good, as this is a very scary year.  This indie thing consists of a lot of mind-shifts I’m probably not fully prepared for.

But I am awake and the year is here already.  And it’s time to begin.

So, flu-like symptoms or not, I’m going to drag my half-caffeinated behind into the shower and begin.

There’s a lot of learning to do, but fortunately I think other people are as unprepared as I am, so I might have a fighting chance.

Cue “We have only just began” on the player.

The music is about to start.

114 responses to “Too Early In The Morning

  1. Happy New Year, Mrs. Hoyt!

  2. Happy new Year! You can’t harvest what you haven’t sown, and you have a lot of book-seeds to get growing.

  3. Look out everyone, Sarah’s awake again!

  4. I have long been of the opinion that the best possible world for me (and the sanity of everyone around me) would be to sandwich an extra 8 hours of dark time in between 3 and 4am. That way I could stay up as late as I want hanging out with friends, go get 8 hours of sleep, and still be awake for the sunrise.

    In the absence of alternatives though, I default to stay up late.

  5. Your wish is our command, dear hostess:

    • If we’re doing music, we should not neglect the ultimate “early morning” song.


      Peter, Paul, and Mary had the big hit, Iain & Sylvia had the best received “authentic” folk cover, although the selection of covers of this is enormous, seemingly everybody from Elvis to the Grateful Dead, but I always lean toward the songwriter’s version.

  6. And just so you don’t forget…

  7. I was a morning person until recently. As a young child (4-7), I would be up at dawn, eat a hasty breakfast, and . . . disappear. Off to the woods (about 1200 acres of undeveloped property, all filled with houses and other developments now, alas), then to a neighbor’s to play with friends. Once I hit ten or so there were chores, and those kept me busy for the first hour or two I was awake. School didn’t break the system much until I was in junior high, and in high school it became my job to milk the cows in the morning, feed the hogs, chickens, and rabbits, and get my younger brother ready for school. High school also brought INVOLVEMENT — football, baseball, track, drama club, choir, and other clubs and activities. School (for me) lasted from 7AM to 9:30 or 10PM, five days a week, with a break on Wednesday to attend Church choir practice. The day does look different at different times. In my case it was rural. I don’t think I visited a city over 50,000 until I was 12, and then mostly passing through. The first time I spent any appreciable amount of time in a large city was in Denver, when I was 19. My world, and world VIEW, was totally different, Sarah.

    May the year be filled with miracles for you and yours!

  8. Already I’m not sure what this New year will bring. I have a few goals. I’m being less anal about it this year. I just want to be happy and enjoy my dog and writing.

  9. Best wishes for a productive and wildly successful new year!

  10. That sounds terrific, Sarah. Catch 2019 by surprise. It won’t know what hit it. 🙂

  11. Happy New Year, Ms Hoyt!

    I guess my early morning recollections are pretty mixed:

    – Bad memories — dragging my butt to a 7:30 AM physics recitation. I tell my kids I liked that class so much I took it twice, and

    – Good memories — Pop saying, “Hey, forget the bus. Let’s go to Friendly’s for breakfast, and then I’ll drive you to school before going to my office.” Those are moments I wish I could repeat.

  12. After coming off the night shift I once went to the beach (Florida Gulf coast) to watch the sun rise. That was pretty spectacular. Night shift was usually a half-shift and home well before morning. I’m not sure why I never did it more than the once, though.

  13. Fresh garlic, chopped, wash down with water, juice, eggnog (any preference) – as often as you like. Feel better. 😉

  14. Getting up for High School involved waking at 6:30, often a miserable business in Cleveland during winter. Of course there WAS the day I turned on the early morning news to hear “hurricane force winds are bringing at least a foot of snow over Lake Eerie….” followed by almost verymschool in the area announcing a snow day. I told my Mother to go back to bed. She asked me if school was closed, amd I told her it wasn’t, yet, but I was declaring a snow day myself.

    The headmaster (private school) lived next door to the High School campus and figured if he could get there so could everybody else. That time they had to close the school at noon, and some of thr boys who lived on the far side of the city camped overnight.

    When the snow was cleared (at least a week later, this was the Blizzard of ‘78) a committee of parents visited him and gave him THE WORD. Therafter, if Ornage County schools were closed, so were we.

    Since I liked to stay up reading and doing homework, I adapted by taking a nap before dinner. The hours of 4-6 in the afternoon are overrated.

    • My Pop said that when he was growing up in South Dakota, he could see the school he and his siblings went to from the house, off in the distance. The way to tell if school was open after a blizzard was to see if there was smoke coming from the school’s chimney. If there was, they had to put on their boots and make their way through the snowdrifts.

    • Paul (Drak Bibliophile) Howard

      Mom was a school teacher so we would go to school unless the schools declared a snow day.

      But there was the time when our area had an ice storm. While we had power, Mom decided to “declare” a snow day for us. (IIRC the schools did close that day.) 😉

    • I remember getting up for school (central Illinois) one time and it was nice and calm out, but the radio was announcing school closings left and right, and the Weather Forecast sounded down-right ominous. Only, our school wasn’t on the list of closings, and the policy in our family was “if the school is open, you’re going.”

      By noon, it was apparent that SOMEBODY should have taken the Weather Forecasts seriously, because the sky opened up shortly after school began and we were well on our way towards FEET of snow (not inches). So, by the time they got around to announcing the school was closing early, there was too much snow to run the bus. Then they decided that kids could only be released if they were being picked up by someone in a 4WD.

      Now, none of you know my Father, but let’s just say he’s not someone who suffers the stupidity of other’s very well. So when he drove up to the school in his little Buick Opal (They were TINY), and the Principal refused to give him his kids, our father was more than a little out of joint. Words were spoken in that calm, low, slow, absolutely terrifying voice my father used when he was REALLY angry (no point in yelling, it isn’t “polite”) and our principal was convinced that we would could go (and probably that he needed some new shorts).

      When the neighbors and a few of my mother’s friends (none of which owned 4WD vehicles) found out. They asked my father to go get THEIR kids too (since they had been turned away). So my father played kid-taxi for the afternoon.

      • In Omaha, if the wind chill was -40 or below, class was cancelled because of kids waiting for buses or walking.

      • We had a massive snow dump in the mid-60s around Chicago. IIRC, it was close to 3′ for the storm. Our schools closed for the first time in forever (this was a Friday), and they reopened on Tuesday.

        My eldest brother thought his job needed him, so Dad put us all in the car (with necessary personal equipment and snow removal stuff). Naturally, the store was closed for the duration. Dad thought we’d have an easy time getting home, ’cause we were following a snowplow.

        Ever dig out a snowplow?

        My uncle worked for a local-delivery trucking company, and spent the better part of two weeks tracking down and getting rigs where they belonged. Several people reported their cars missing, only to find the remnants pushed to the sides of parking lots after the snowbanks sort-of melted. Convertibles were particularly well crunched.

        Good times.

        • LOL! I had a friend in HS who parked her car on the street when it was relatively clear, then it snowed a LOT and after the snow plow went through he car was GONE. She had us all out searching for it thinking that the snow plow had carried it away… until her father figured out what the commotion was and let her know he’d moved it to the garage (where we never thought of looking) because he didn’t want the snow plow to hit.

        • My dad talks about the Blizzard of ’78 where the storm hit Buffalo (where my dad was going to college) THREE times. He and mom were snowed in at their respective places of work for three days. (In his case he was shift manager at McDonalds. They had food.) They didn’t find some cars until spring.

          • I remember the winter of ’78 fondly. I was 8 years old and having all that snow was like the entire world had turned into a playground. Of course, I didn’t have to worry about heating the over 100 year old house we lived in, or clearing the drive-way so we wouldn’t be completely snowed in (although I remember helping with that… not sure how much of a real “help” I was though). The drift at the end of the drive way must have been around 3′ to 4′ deep (judging from my memory of my father standing beside it), and my father dug it out, but left a narrow wall of snow at the road to use as a wind break as he was digging, and keep slush and snow from trucks passing by from hitting him. When we left in the car later that day, I remember cheering as we backed the car though the snow wall (I don’t think my mother was amused).

    • Feather Blade

      The headmaster (private school) lived next door to the High School campus and figured if he could get there so could everybody else.

      Heh. Our school principal had a similar policy, though he did live across town from the school.

      There were often discussions among the student body about finding a way to plow all the snow in his neighborhood into his driveway and around his car.

      • The Head at my school was generally pretty adaptable, but had that one blind spot.

        It didn’t help that at 6 in the morning the ground was bare, and the temperature wasn’t quite below freezing (as I recall). I gather (from a quick gallop ’round the Web) that the blizzard of ’78 is still talked about in Cleveland. I know it stopped the Rapid Transit (light rail), which took some doing, and I’m not sure whether it clogged things up for one week or two.

        • most of the time, our school snow days were called by the father of one of my classmates. They lived out on the end of the plowed roads and he was in charge of the bus garage in town . . . if he was able to get in, he knew the buses would have no issue. iirc he drove a 2wd Chevy. One or two times it got called by others ahead of time (forecast badness, etc) but we had rather few snow days from what I recall, and often when we did, the road past our house was clear, though many times it damned well wasn’t.

          • I gather “snow day” meant schools closed because getting there would have been difficult?

            Never had any of those here in my lifetime. As far as I know not in my parents’ lifetime either. But back then schools were smaller and there were more of them, so the one used was usually pretty close to where most of the kids lived, and they could always ski there if the roads were snowed in.

            I have gotten stuck with my car sometimes during the night here, in recent years too, but never during the day. There is enough snow removing equipment everywhere to keep the roads and streets clear in daytime even when it snows a lot. So the idea of a snow day sounds kind of weird to me.

            • Yes, that is what we are going on about. The county i grew up in had plenty removal trucks as well, hence the low number. (we had to go to school a certain amount of days, and we had extra in case of Xmany snow days, and never had so many we were forced to add to the end of the school year make-up days.
              My school district for a town size of 4500, had kids coming from from over 10 miles as the crow flies (er, nearly 20kilometers), and about 120 to 150 kids per grade (we had 3 elementary schools at that time) and a few times, even living a mile from a school, we had storms that kept ahead of the clearing crews. One storm I recall our furnace would not stay lit, and the wood stove had the smoke blown back down the chimney, so we had to stay with my dad’s boss while he fought to keep the pipes from freezing. Before we left the house, the plow went by but not long after the drifts were rather high, and dad blasted through them in the old Ford Granada.
              Now though, they do seem to call them sooner.
              Last April Fools we had a blizzard come through here, and it was the first time the place I work shut down. Snow had drifted into the entrance and was up to nearly roof level. They canceled third shift. as well as first, and I showed up, not even thinking they’d close and couldn’t get in my building through any man-doors. and the removal company was still clearing the parking lot with a few guys using skid steers and smaller tractors to clear the plant grounds.

            • ‘Difficult’ doesn’t quite describe it. In my youth in. Leveland Hights they would call school of if getting in became seriously dangerous, or if there was a real chance that the school roof would collapse or the school water pipes might freeze. All of which applied to the Blizzard of ‘78. Worst storm in Cleveland history, third lowest barometric pressure reading, excluding tropical hurricanes, in US annals.

              As I said, the local LIGHT RAIL was stopped by the snow depth.

              • In the year following the merger of our county’s three school systems (two city school systems and the county system) the policy was, “If all kids are unable to get to school we must cancel, because ‘Fairness’ and ‘Equity’.”

                Which might not have been a problem, except this county does not get an even distribution of snow (I know, how unusual!), typically getting several inches on the Western side and a mere dusting on the East. So the school buses aren’t running because one dirt road in the NorthEast part of the county hasn’t been scraped even as the kids in the SouthEast corner are perfecting their lawn care skills tans.

                One winter of that, then they looked at the accumulated snow days and parental complaints about having to arrange day care for their kids because Walmart don’t care if one road in the NE of the county ain’t scraped, they’re opening any way. That policy got changed toot-suite, ‘Fairness’ and ‘Equity’ be damned.

            • Having enough snow removal equipment makes a huge difference. Having busses that are prepared for cold weather with, for example, block heaters so they even start, helps too. It may corrode your car to bits, but living somewhere that they salt the roads helps. I know that Minnesota (since I have family there and grew up there, other northern states probably do as well) has had declared emergencies where they close all the freeways and won’t send anyone to rescue you if you’re stupid and try to drive somewhere… which I approve of entirely. If it’s 40 below and a blizzard, there’s no cop or firefighter who ought to die for someone else being stupid.

            • You forgo the delights of both insufficient snow removal equipment and drivers who have no clue.

              • “You forgo the delights of both insufficient snow removal equipment and drivers who have no clue.”

                This. Essentially the definition of all the valleys of the I-5 corridor, & all of Hwy 101, from the Canadian to the Mexican border. Even most of the passes do not get that much snow on either of these major road ways. Except the Siskiyou Pass between Oregon & California. That gets nasty, & can be closed (Snow, Ice, or Wind).

                • In MN come blizzard time, I’d be driving on the highways and byways at a prudent speed (usually 35-40 MPH) and have very little trouble travelling. Then some putz would blow by me going 60 and I’d nod quietly to myself. A mile or two down the road I’d pass them spun out in the ditch. Whether I’d stop to help depended on road conditions and time constraints.

                  Then I moved to McMinnville, OR, lower Willamette valley just south of Portland. About twice a year, we’d get OMG SNOW! My neighbors would be driving along, clutching their steering wheels in white-knuckled terror at @ 15 MPH and I’d blow by them at 35-40 MPH and have very little trouble travelling. Of course. I did get some looks that screamed that I was a madman. In a day or two the snow would all be melted away and things would go back to normal.

                  • Well, yes. Your point?

                    Take it you’ve been here long enough to know why they did this?

                    For all the snow (usually) in the Cascades, very few drive up there, ever. Two or three days of snow & ice every 3 to 5 years (or more) do not make drivers who can drive in snow.

        • Southern Willamette Valley, Oregon. Pretty sure the kids today, & my son’s generation owe if there is a little snow, shut ‘er down, to 1969 Snow (caps intended). Little bit of snow on the road on a Friday, more “expected”, but no one believed it. School was on.

          By noon there were 4″ or so & more coming down, in big flakes (do not want to hear anything from those further east where 4″ is “nothing”). School was closed, students sent home, for a long weekend.

          BUT, they made those that took the bus, to wait for the buses lined up, outside. Girls weren’t allowed to wear pants, most of us were in knee high socks at best. Trust me a wool skirt, sweater, plus jacket – Was Not Enough. Absolutely, it was cold. This was 50 years ago. I still remember how cold I was waiting for that D&*$, er dang, bus. If I remember correctly, once school was open again, they got mom’s opinion* on the matter; along with everyone else’s.

          FYI. That 4″, big flanks, long weekend? Became 58″ & a week. For some, it was 3 weeks (got sick* …). Nothing was moving. Not enough snow plows to keep the legally required emergency military routes open, let alone anything else.

          This area barely sees 2 or 3 inches of snow every few years, or any major ice accumulations, let alone feet of snow.

          *Wasn’t the only one who got sick. Thus the popular idea of drop kicking the appropriate administrator, into the grand canyon, for not calling school to be closed first thing, well before school was to open; Or having the buses ready before kids were kicked out of the school. Or letting students remain in the building til the buses got there. Pick one. No. One doesn’t get sick standing around being (very) cold. But, it doesn’t help, either.

          • It’s one of those semantics things.

            If by sick, does cold make the germs materialize in your system? Nope.
            If by sick, does it make it so your system is weakened and you aren’t fighting off those germs that are already there, resulting in sickness? Then yes.

            It’s like the line about falling not killing you, it’s the sudden stop at the end.

            • Which would be why we’ve been calling it a cold since the 1530’s, eh? We don’t say we caught a warm, after all. Or an arid.

            • I was prone to Strep Throat, at a sneeze.

              Last time I got Strep Throat, I was 19; Strep Throat & Tonsillitis with a fever of 104. Worked the day before in canyons that were 102. Felt horrible when got back to the rig for the drive back to the office. I was not driving. Drove my self the next day to the urgency clinic after calling in sick. Next thing I know I’m calling mom & work (in that order) that I’m in the hospital. Mom “broke” me out. Wasn’t sure how they’d get paid (technically I was a student on their insurance, but not in classes for fall term, insurance did pay, but we had to prove the work was a degree requirement). The hospital let me go, but no work for a week minimum, until our family physician gave the okay. He didn’t let me go back to work for another 2 weeks.

        • I think that one got Chicago. My folks were visiting in San Jose, so my brother got to deal with the 4′ drift across their driveway.

          Heh.

    • In Cleveland, that used to be the norm – schools did NOT close for snow.
      Kids who didn’t make it in were considered wimps, and charged with an absence.
      I went to school for over a week when the sidewalks were solid ice, and the temps were 18 or so degrees below zero.
      Fahrenheit.
      What is really 50 degrees below the freezing point.
      We went to school. Period.

  15. Some of my fondest travel memories are of getting up around four or five AM (summer in northern Europe, alas) and wandering through old towns, out into vineyards, up to castles… Everything was fresh, and quiet, and all sorts of possibilities lurked in the lingering shadows. Mist rising off carp ponds below a castle in Moravia, one lone boat pushing upstream on the Main, climbing up to the top of the city walls and watching the flooded Rhine sweeping through the hills, snow-silent Vienna as the church bells begin their call and response…

    “The year’s at the spring, the day’s at the morn/ the morning at seven, the hillsides dew-pearled/ The lark’s on the wing and the snail’s on the thorn./ G-d’s in His heaven, all’s right with the world.” From “Pippa Passes,” Robert Browning.

  16. Early morning… “Look mama, Venus!” or “The Moon! The Moon!” (My eldest is completely space crazy at the age of 4.) Now added to my youngest in her little one year old voice. “Lights mama lights!” (Pointing to the stars).

    They’re bits and snatches on the way to the car… but so worth it. And worth the 5am wake up call and cold winter mornings.

  17. BobtheRegisterredFool

    Soon I’m going to be disappearing from the internet for an unknown period of time. Anyone inclined to worry probably shouldn’t.

    Take care all.

    • Be safe, come back well.

    • Going to renew the registration? (ducks)

      • He’d be a fool not to. 😛

      • BobtheRegisterredFool

        Continuing Education Units maintain that nicely.

        No, I had my Man Card audited yesterday. Knowing about the M-Preg genre from reading fanfic is a risk factor for having read series or fanfic of series that are Fujoshi bait. So that triggered an in depth review.

        Turns out that the form of endurance I have long aspired to is a womanly form of endurance, virtuous for women but lacking in arete.

        In this degenerate age, most boys and men have to make do with accumulating extreme sports credits. I have never done any.

        So I’m being shipped off to reeducation camp.

        Seriously, I had some relatively good news, and being away from keyboard is a small price to pay to keep things going well.

        • Does driving through Chicago on a motorcycle during rush hour count as an extreme sport?
          My photographer days would likely count. I worked at the race track, with cars going past at near 150 when the Outlaws were in town and stood within 10 feet of the racing line. No wall, fence, etc.

          • Does driving through Chicago on a motorcycle during rush hour count as an extreme sport?

            Sounds like attempted suicide.

            Kind of like the guy who decided he’d force his way into a turn-lane… in motion, nearly the speed limit…during rush hour…between my big van, and the one-ton Dodge pickup in front of us…when he’s in one of those little rollerskate cars.

            Almost put my bumper through his window when he took my “hey, look out!” honk as a “bump the horn while slamming on your brakes” honk and turned harder. Second honk he actually looked and realized I hadn’t attempted to put the vehicle behind me through our back window so he could get in, and went straight.

            • I have gone through there and I tend to jump off the interstate when it goes Toll, and take 41 up into Wisconsin (I see now they call it I94/I41. 41 drops the “I” in Abrams now). I have been in rush traffic, got off, took US41, stopped and got gas near Kenosha,then getting back on the interstate in Wisconsin and having the traffic be the same I left in Chicago. Not rush style, I mean the same limo, the same small indy trucker, the same family in the same minivan, but they went all the way up I94 and I was on stop and go US41 and got gas. Also the last time I took a tollway in Chicago I got stopped by an “All Motorcycles off next Oassis” that took a half hour to decide that Yes my bike was legally registered in Texas, Yes I had insurance (he was confused when I asked what they do if it is someone from a state without mandatory insurance laws), and Yes I had a MCL endorsement on my Louisiana drivers license.

        • Thank you for sharing that it is good news, I was a little worried. 🙂

    • Have fun storming the castle!

    • Off to play James Bond, eh? WE’LL never tell on you.

    • Getting that PUFF exemption, right?

      • That’s what I figured.

      • BobtheRegisterredFool

        Turns out that there are things so fundamentally incompatible with humanity that they don’t qualify for PUFF exemption. I am one.

        Like the Necrons, the Daleks, Saberhagen’s Berserkers, and people who think Decision Week is why we can’t have nice things.

        Using over the top bullshit critical theory, Fall of Delta Green, IIRC, defines the sanity stat as being for /human/ religions. Larry hasn’t specifically established that Tamerlane, Olivier Cromwell, Robert Welch Jr., and William Sherman were involved in secret history on the Good Guy side, so he must be condemning them as being on the Bad Guy side, ergo also me.

        In all seriousness, I don’t really know what Larry has and has not established. I am aware of the negatives of Tamerlane and Cromwell. My default /is/ to like ancient historic mass murderers until I learn enough about them specifically to be disenchanted. But I do recognize that they weren’t correct the way Sherman, LeMay and Harris were. (I am still a Qin Shi Huangdi apologist of the “But maybe Confucianism was a greater evil than Legalism was” variety.) I do realize that the John Birch Society seems to have misunderstood communism in ways that made them insufficiently anti-communist.

  18. I hate getting up early. Every once in a while, though, it is worth it – like this morning, to see the snow on the cacti and mesquite as we started our errands. (Senior discount day, always a hectic time here.)

  19. I absolutely despise getting up early in the morning. So I wound up in Flight Test…a profession where 0700 launches are the norm. A first flight of a new aircraft, even earlier. I ran one of those (which is a career highlight, these days), and was in at 0330 to set up for an 0400 brief and 0600 nominal takeoff. Worked 14 hours that day.

    • I am neither a morning or night person, or I’m both maybe.
      Ive worked overnight (7p to 7a) and I’ve worked an early shift (4am to 1:30p
      When I need to do OT I got in for 5am, or 4am and work 10 or 11 hours) and I worked a 10a to 7p as well as a 10a to 10p (also starting at 10:30 and 11 as the schedule demanded), and the only time any of them really bothered me was rotating shifts went backwards for me, I’d work the 7-7 overnight, and the next shift I got was 10-10, but in my week off, I’d rotate sleep cycles and be waking at 4am and killing so many hours waiting to go in. But when going from the 5a to 5p onto the 7-7 overnight, I was fine.

  20. Happy New Year! To Huns, Sarah, Fluffy, the sea serpent in the minion pool, the aardvark, and whatever else hangs out here! (Except the chew toys.)

  21. I used to be very fond of the early mornings — back when I worked third shift and drove home at seven in the AM. It was pleasant to be able to get out and do some shopping before the crowds came out, and morning accounting classes were like night school from my perspective. I didn’t much care for two PM sales calls, but those were far rarer in those days.

    I did rather miss being able to go out for a steak dinner with a glass of red wine or bottle of beer after work.