Yeah, so, like a lot of people I am not a morning person.
Still, this morning I had to fulfill my wifely duty of driving David to the airport, which meant I had to get up at 5 a.m., which meant I got up at 5:30 a.m.
The only reason I’ve ever been up at 5:30 a.m. is because I’m making my way home after a night of doing things that make Baby Jesus cry.
This morning, I rolled out of bed, got dressed, put on makeup and my Giants hat because: 1) I’m too lazy to do my hair that early in the morning; and 2) Go Giants! Then, before leaving for the airport, I took Homer out for a walk.
While I was walking around the neighborhood, I heard the Caltrain arriving. “People get on the train this early? They need new jobs,” I thought. “Seriously, I would quit a job, even in this economy, if it meant I had to be up this early.”
Then I walked passed a woman, who climbed into a school bus and drove off: “Ugh. This is school bus-driver early.”
I know that a lot of people get up early every morning for work. They do it because they have to, and they are normal, functioning members of society. I am not one of those people.
So many mornings, I will be sitting in my car and I will see someone jog by me or walk briskly with their dog, and I think, “I really should get up earlier and take Homer for a hefty walk. It would be good for him and for me.” But, I know the truth; that will never happen. Instead, I will sleep until the last possible second and then run around the apartment like a crazy person, take Homer for a walk and then hop in the car and speed to work like I always do.