There is something to be said for starting the day early. My mother is a big fan. Sometimes I succeed at rising before 7am. But 4:15 am twice in less than 4 days is a little ridiculous. Driving people to the airport for 6:00am flights is something I'm only willing to do for 1) the mountain man and 2) very old friends. So don't get any ideas, like I'm some early-rising masochist/sucker who gives rides to the airport at any time of day or night. I'm not your girl. And I am contemplating a 5:00-6:00pm nap. Or maybe just an 8pm bedtime, which is approximately when I will fall asleep reading a report I brought home from work.
Being out early this morning was lovely, though, I admit: