Disgustingly early
It's 5:30 a.m., and I'm up, washed, brushed, and dressed. I'd already be out of here, except the main office secretary doesn't get there until 6, and it's only a twenty-minute drive. It's so early, there's hardly any traffic on the main drag outside my apt. This is a road that connects three different towns (which all run together, so the only way you can tell you've gone from one to another is by the signage: "Thank you for visiting University Place / Welcome to Tacoma!") *and* McCord AFB. And it's nearly deserted.
Why am I up so early? Because my body decided that 5:00 was an EXCELLENT time to get up and go to the bathroom, and was not about to take 'no' for an answer. :P Stupid body.
So I'm going to get out of here in a couple of minutes, stop to get breakfast (and some good coffee) on the way, and get to work early so I can do some grading. And I'd damn well better be able to sleep tonight. After the huge union meeting, of course, which starts at 4:30 and is likely to run until six or later. :P
Four more early wake-ups. Only four. I keep telling myself that: This, too, shall pass.
Why am I up so early? Because my body decided that 5:00 was an EXCELLENT time to get up and go to the bathroom, and was not about to take 'no' for an answer. :P Stupid body.
So I'm going to get out of here in a couple of minutes, stop to get breakfast (and some good coffee) on the way, and get to work early so I can do some grading. And I'd damn well better be able to sleep tonight. After the huge union meeting, of course, which starts at 4:30 and is likely to run until six or later. :P
Four more early wake-ups. Only four. I keep telling myself that: This, too, shall pass.