5am — Worth doing perhaps once or twice in life, for the novelty if nothing else. Possibly you have been invited to spend the day ice-fishing with a very wise old man, or want to see what a sunrise looks like from the top of a volcano. Fine, splendid, etc. It will hurt like the devil, of course, but you can spend the rest of the week recovering, and ultimately will do no more damage than a single bullet wound.
As an obligate 5:30'er, I'm afraid I have to report the answer to "my god, when are you going to have lunch?" is very often something like ten in the morning.
Every time my alarm goes off at 5:45, I have to think to myself, “You wanted to be a kindergarten teacher; you love this job.” And yes, I and my students are all scheduled to eat lunch at 9:56 every day.
I was writing in the library when I took a break to read this(which came to me through the Browser). Sadly, it prompted a fit of you-shouldn't-laugh-outloud-in-the-library-but-you-can't-help-it giggles, which produced nastly looks from the people around me trying to read or write or just sit in quiet for a moments, which, of course, made my laughing all the worse. (I am an unreformed early early riser, myself, but all the self-congratulatory stuff some folks wear about when talking about what time they happen to get up has always seemed funny to me. Especially in this mad sad productivity/profit driven world of late capitalism
I entirely gauge how normal people live by this series. I will never otherwise know as I don't get up til 2 so they've not only left but gone all the way round by then.
Waking-Up Times, In Order
As an obligate 5:30'er, I'm afraid I have to report the answer to "my god, when are you going to have lunch?" is very often something like ten in the morning.
"My God, what time are you going to have lunch?"
The whole point of being up this early is the opportunity for second breakfast.
Every time my alarm goes off at 5:45, I have to think to myself, “You wanted to be a kindergarten teacher; you love this job.” And yes, I and my students are all scheduled to eat lunch at 9:56 every day.
The *precision* of this, the things it tells me about my life, the overlap with my experience that fits exquisitely without blurring a single line
Good lord I feel 9am in my bones.
But what about we, the Eleveneers?
My new greeting: “I would like to shake your hand and fry you an egg!”🍳
I was writing in the library when I took a break to read this(which came to me through the Browser). Sadly, it prompted a fit of you-shouldn't-laugh-outloud-in-the-library-but-you-can't-help-it giggles, which produced nastly looks from the people around me trying to read or write or just sit in quiet for a moments, which, of course, made my laughing all the worse. (I am an unreformed early early riser, myself, but all the self-congratulatory stuff some folks wear about when talking about what time they happen to get up has always seemed funny to me. Especially in this mad sad productivity/profit driven world of late capitalism
As a morning person, I really want a wind down times version of this lol. Or better yet, waking-up times for night owls
well this was just jolly wonderful
We all rise at seven, but differ as to whether we abide by the local time or the time kept by our more preferred land.
What about waking up at 4:30 and staring at the horizon where the sun will eventually rise, breathing excitedly?
7am is really resonating
I entirely gauge how normal people live by this series. I will never otherwise know as I don't get up til 2 so they've not only left but gone all the way round by then.