I am not a morning person, really, by which I mean that if left to my own devices, I'd stay up until about 1 a.m. and sleep until around 9:30. But this morning, I had to take M to work. She is babysitting for Luke Skywalker and Obi Wan Kenobi over at angeladegroot's house, and had to be there by 7 a.m. It's a seven-minute drive when there's no traffic, so naturally, M wanted to leave by 6:30. (She is nothing if not responsible.) Our morning stop at Wawa (a regional chain of mini-marts, which I really think are the best mini-marts in the U.S.) netted M the same thing you always find at that hour at Wawa:
After I dropped M off, I started noticing how virtuous I felt, being up and around early. (Look! I'm up and around before other people! It's a miracle!) And then I got to thinking about how productive I feel on days when I actually get up early. Here it is, my preferred wake-up time, and I've already made scones, cleaned the kitchen, started a second load of laundry, and put air in my tires. Except that I am now precariously close to face-planting, and I am afraid that it will require massive amounts of caffeine and willpower for me to stay up and actually get anything else accomplished today. I'd blame the carbs in the scones, but it's really just a lack of sleep.
And now, to see if I can stay awake until the HVAC guy turns up "late this morning". I do not know what time that means. Could mean 9:45, could mean 3 p.m.