Dawn patrol

[gurdonark]

This marks two straight days that I arose when my alarm first went off, and then, instead of my usual book and newspaper and raisin bran and computer and 7 a.m. Buffy re-run and sometimes that odd reality dating show that comes on at 5 in the morning but I really only watch because I like the Ladowsky woman who poses as a relationship expert, I actually got up, got showered, got dressed, and went into the office. The silence of the phone is a wonderful sound.

I've always been very good in the very early morning. That's when I can hit the road for cool hikes and productive fishing trips, when I can read a book and remember what I read, when I can write a brief without pausing for worry and writer's block. It's the time when my commute to work shortens by 15 minutes, for want of traffic.
When I am in the mode in which I do this a time or two a week, I wonder why I ever fail to get to work by 6:30 a.m.

Comments

[gregwest98.livejournal.com]

When I was just out of college, it was almost a requirement that I sleep late. As I got older, I slowly began to wake up earlier for some unknown reason. I forced myself to stay in bed and try to sleep and in response, my body began to give me headaches. Really severe ones that almost wouldn't respond to normal doses of Tylenol. I even went to the doctor - he said something that every common-sense doctor would say: "Just get up!" I saw your father, the country doctor, once for a minor ailment and I could imagine him saying such a thing. "Just don't sleep late!"

So now, it's easy for me to wake up at 5:30 or so. Never later than 6:00. I love it when it's early now that I've thrown off the notion that I "should" sleep late. It's so quiet. My mind is fresh then. I'm more creative. I'm not exhausted which is when I usually attempt things that are not work-related. It's cooler then. When driving to work early, the world is a much more beautiful place with the mist on the fields and rising up from the creeks and ponds. Just the other day, I saw the most intriguing play of mist on my windshield as the coolness of pre-dawn battled with the warmth of the rising sun. It was like ghosts dancing on the windshield.

Too bad that sometimes, one must go into the office later and stay later for political reasons rather than just go when one is most able to perform.

[gurdonark.livejournal.com]

Yes. Some law firm associates call this by the euphonious title "face time".

[dabroots.livejournal.com]

Cool hikes. I need to take walks in the woods. Just made a note to myself to find a forest accessible by public transportation--they exist, but I just have to look 'em up.

[gurdonark.livejournal.com]

I used to fantasize about taking the bus from LA up to the end of Lake Avenue in Pasadena, and then hiking the Pacific trail all the way into the desert, and then hiking back, and taking the bus home.

But it was a better fantasy than a true goal :)

[marstokyo.livejournal.com]

I wonder why I ever fail to get to work by 6:30 a.m.

perhaps because it's INSANE????? ;-)

[gurdonark.livejournal.com]

yes, insane, but insane in a good way :)