The early bird gets the worm. That’s what they say, meaning start the day early and you will be ahead of the game. The question is: do I want a worm? Apparently not, as I’m not one to leap out of bed singing.
Like some other members of the family, I like my bed.
It’s more like a slow slither and it’s not anyone’s idea of early. I have to ease into the day with a pot of coffee and two newspapers. I definitely don’t want to chat.
My husband on the other hand hurtles out of bed around six am if not before. He wakes up before the pets. I don’t want to tell tales, but when we settle down to watch our favorite bit of crime drama every night, he’s asleep before the first plot point. But this lark and owl have managed to work it out all these years.
I have many friends who seem to be busy on Facebook or email at 5:30 am. They seem happy enough. Me? I was shocked to learn there was another 5:30. Still, where are they at midnight when I am puttering around or enjoying a good mystery or watching the stars or the full moon?
Even if research suggests that morning people get further in life and school than us, um, later types, I still think that worms are for the birds. They can have ‘em and they can have early mornings too. I'm more like my dogs,
Even though I admire the larks among you, I get my books written (sooner or later!) and enjoy time with family, friends and hobbies, so it can't be all bad.