Her: Please tell me good things about 5:30, that still feels like punishment time to me.

Me: Oh, 5:30 is fabulous. It’s still just a little dark and it’s quiet and secret. The air hasn’t been used yet. The ideas are waiting for someone to come keep them company.

Her: See, that makes it sound cool.

Me: And if you’re the only one up, you make your cup of coffee and sit, and things just come to you. Like a cat creeping into your lap. If I start then, the day is at least 15% better than if I start at 6. Really, though: for me, 6 sucks. There is no point to 6. 5:30, though: Totally and Completely Different. It’s sort of a twinkly kind of time.

I'm talking myself back into early-ness. Why in the world did I ever quit? Oh yeah, it was that 6-9 pm class I taught last summer. It threw my schedule off and I never fixed it.

This summer, I want to get to a place where I think it's okay to feel good. (Perhaps more on that later. Likely not.) It seems like morningness is part of that.