Well, I’m mildly dismayed that I woke up at 5 am this morning (and it’s a holiday from work too). In my defense, I did go to sleep before 11 pm last night, and 6 hours of sleep is an average amount for me.

The other thing mitigating my dismay is that I love early mornings. I love the calm and the quiet, watching the sun rise, the illusion of having the world to myself. The air is cleaner, crisper. The sense of potentiality is palable.

I’ve always been a morning person, part of having grown up on a farm I suppose. I wake up on my own before my alarm goes off probably… three quarters of the time. Getting up late (meaning after 9) makes me feel like I’ve wasted a big chunk of the day.

I can’t imagine what it would be like to be one of those people who can’t function on less than 8 hours of sleep. I can’t remember the last time I needed that much sleep on a regular basis!

Well, off to enjoy the rest of my early morning!