It’s 7:25 a.m. I’ve already baked a double batch of oatmeal chocolate chip cookies. Now I’m sitting around wishing there was someone I could call and annoy, but, well, it’s 7:25 a.m. Yesterday I had to wait until NINE to call for a haircut appointment. NINE! Why don’t they open at a reasonable time? Like seven?
Clearly the jet lag is doing something awful to me. I don’t even recognize this person who wakes up so early. It might have something to do with the fact that I fall asleep ridiculously early. Two of the last four nights, I’ve fallen asleep on the couch. Last night I bribed myself with House at 8 p.m. I told myself that going to sleep at 9, after House, would be just fine.
Except I fell asleep on the couch at 7:30.
The day is mad long when, like today, I can’t go back to sleep after 5 a.m.
The good news is that the days are so short that if I slept in until my (normally) preferred ten or so, I would have only six hours of light in my day. Seasonal affective disorder, anyone?
The other good news is that there are still some pretty leaves on the trees. I was so happy, flying over