The Butt Crack of Dawn
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This is a facet of my existence.
During the work week lately I am milking that alarm clock until the last possible moment when I arise and take my initial regimen of supplements then shower, primp, and get out the door.
"Primp ?"
My gosh, I never viewed myself as much of a primper.
However, my present employment requires a presentation that no other has ever required.
Before this time my standard attire was a tee shirt (with a pocket, of course) with gaberdines and whatever shoes I had laying around.
Since injectig myself into the civil world I too have attempted to present civility and wear dress shirts with ties and more appropriate trousers and shoes.
My aim is for those with whom I work to gather that I take my job seriously and I don't want to be thought of as some slouch.
During the weekends and holidays my schedule automatically adjusts itself to the "off work" state.
I typically arise in the 4 to 6 am range usually on the earlier side of things, make myself a pot of coffee in my five cup drip pot and get on with the business of cleaning up and making things around the house tidy.
This always starts with a 4 hour or so Roomba run and going around and picking up those articles of clothing that sometimes get somewhat scattered.
I take my laundry to Ed Robinson's and pick up the last drop off.
The remainder of the day involves me in putzing around the house in a total lack direction aside from those few item I list on my to do list.
The afternoons likely catch me napping for an hour or two and then I vege out in front of the teevee or indulge a spate of coding if I become inspired — which has been happening more frequently of late.
It seems I like to write those features unavailable in the blog rather than 'do without' as I have in the oldie but baddie php days.
So this enchanted life moves on down the road and I love those forays which start at the butt crack of dawn because I feel that I get a lot done at those times.