Watching the sun come up—sort of

I have never been an early riser, although even as a teen I could not sleep the day away. Somewhere between 7 a.m. and 9 a.m. was good, preferably 9:00. But this surgery recuperation has thrown my clock off. Last night I was falling asleep at my desk at 7:30, so I went to bed. And didn’t, as I intended, get up in an hour.

As a result, 5:45 this morning found me at my desk. Lots of people, including one of my sons, tell me that it’s a wonderful time of day and I’m missing something by staying in bed. It was pitch dark as I sat down and began to browse the computer. My office faces the wrong way—no sunrise to be watched with pale pink slowly turning to a blue-gold but sunsets are terrific from my desk. are often more dramatic and brilliant. I planned to watch it go slowly from dark to light this morning even if I couldn’t actually see sunrise, but ultimately it happened too fast. One minute it was dark, the next pale daylight.

No birds this time of year but I looked for Jordan’s dogs on their early morning pit stop—too early for them. Yesterday when I let Sophie out, the girls had already been out and were back inside in their beds. Today Sophie went out in lonely darkness, begged to come back in, then changed her mind. Now she’s gone in the house with the girls.

I’d like to tell you I did something remarkable in that “found time” but it wouldn’t be true. I read email and Facebook—the latter is maybe righting itself or maybe it was just me. But I found more of general interest and a little less vitriol. That would be a welcome change.

What about you? Are you a morning person? Do you find it’s your best time? I know some writers who “sprint”—write fast for a brief period—in the morning and claim it keeps their work moving forward. Probably something I should try—not sure I will, but I sort of liked my early morning. Now I’m ready for a nap.