On mornings

Just as much as I hate going to bed, I love to sleep in, which makes me a terrible morning person. I am so incredibly foggy at seven a.m. that I should be declared a disaster area. I can’t talk, can’t think, and am only fit for drinking coffee at that horrible hour of the day. My fog usually last until after my shower, which is the only thing that can bring me around before 10 a.m. You know, being a disaster in the morning wouldn’t be so bad if everyone were that way, but the world just isn’t arranged that way. I know people who are cheerful and happy at 6 a.m. They love to get up and get going. They want to talk, and worse, they want you to talk back. The early birds want to chat and make breakfast, and still more horrifying, they want to eat breakfast! When I get up in the morning, I am not only not interested in talking or eating, I am much better off if just left alone for the first two hours of the day. I particularly hate catching 6 a.m. flights of any kind. There is something absolutely unholy about getting up at 4 a.m. and trudging off to the airport with its fluorescent lights, smiling ticket agents, busy ground crews, chipper flight attendants, and dedicated air crews. I wonder if these people sleep or if they have been pre-programmed to never sleep. Other acts of cruelty that occur at early hours: paper delivery, snow plowing, and breakfast. Some people go out at seven in the morning for breakfast. They do this on purpose? If the world is sleeping, why not let the world sleep until it wants to get up? In order to park while I was in grad school, I had to leave my apartment at 6:30 a.m. in order to be there early enough to get a spot. I had my coffee pot on a timer so that the coffee would be ready when I got out of bed at 5:30. I would pour a cup and get back in bed to drink it. I had a towel to put under my cup in case it dripped. So getting up early is not my thing. I’m not making any excuses, but this is just who I am. I can live with it, but the next time you have to get up super early to catch a flight, think of me, asleep and snuggled down deep in bed.