I love mornings. I wake up at 5 a.m. no matter what day it is. I love those moments when you're still the only person awake. On weekdays and Saturdays (if I don't have Masters) I spend the early morning hours planning the day; if it's a Sunday and again if I don't have Masters, I spend the early morning hours doing the laundry. Hmmm that reminded me of someone...
I'm not perfect, nobody is anyway. There are really those times when as soon as you open your eyes you'd still want to crawl deep into the covers. That happens to me when my yesterday was tough, if it's a cold wet morning or I went out the night before, something that I seldom do.
When I wake up late things happen...
- I barely eat breakfast the most important meal of the day
- I force myself to leave the house without makeup
- I have to ride a taxi going to the workplace
- I suddenly remember that I forgot to bring extremely important stuff
- I have to do a combination walk-run-walk in my uniform, black stockings, and high heeled glory to reach the electronic DTR on time
- I sweat profusely by the time I reach my desk
Darn did I forget to set the alarm or I unconsciously turned it off when it rang?
i guess your circadian rythms are working perfectly well. =)
ReplyDeletei lost my rythm because i couldn't keep up with the beat... ahehe