It’s still too early

Back when I was working my 4 day work weeks at UCSC, I had to get up pretty early in the mornings. I didn’t mind, exactly, ’cause I had that extra day off, but still….to get to work by 7, I had to meet Sarah at 6:40 in Scott’s Valley, which meant leaving home no later than 6, which meant getting up no later than say, 5:20 am, which meant my alarm was starting to beep around 4:30 in the morning. I made it work, but I remember thinking, “You know, 7 a.m. would be a civilized time to wake up. Still nice and early, plenty of day left at that point, but not obscene. Not like 4:30 a.m.”

It’s still too early. I rolled out of bed, after much deliberation at 6:37 this morning. And I was awfully crabby about it. Even after I reminded myself about how just a few months ago, it was 4:30, and how I’d said “If only I could get up at 7.” And, truth be told, two days a week now, I don’t have to be to work until 11. That’s just one short hour before noon. On those days, I pretty much just sleep until I wake up.

It’s still too early. I think, when it comes to getting out of bed, it will always be too early.