I like mornings. Well, I like the idea of mornings. I like when I'm up early for some other reason. And by early I mean 5 or earlier. 5:30 isn't really early, or it doesn't feel like it, that's just a bit before my alarm goes off. I mean the time where you can step outside and there's a stillness in the air. When you see someone else out, there's an almost unconscious acknowledgment of "Yes, hello, isn't this lovely?" Like you're part of a club no one else has discovered.
I read something recently about how getting up early in the morning, giving you time before heading off to work, allows you to feel like work is just another part of your day, but doesn't define your day. I've been giving a lot of thought to how our jobs define us lately, and this idea of it, well, not defining me was appealing. Hence why my alarm went off at 5am today, CBC Radio 1 going on about how the Harper Government has basically fucked over scientists. I half listened as I debated getting out of bed or not.
In the end I did, about 15 minutes later. The cats were unprepared, and came down to greet me only about 5 minutes later, as if they were unprepared for me to be up early, too. Normally they're crying outside my door at the injustice that I have not let them sleep with me from around 6:30 on. But, troopers they are, by 5:45 Bean was cuddled on my stomach at the computer, as she tends to do now, and Ender was sitting beside her, urging my spare hand onto her head.
It was nice, though. I ate my egg muffins slowly, while reading some news (and reddit, of course). I drank coffee at home, out of one of my own mugs, with milk from a carton, not from several of those tiny little things that work provides. (Seriously, I always have to use, like, 4 or 5 of those to get the desired amount of milk. I feel weird about it.) I watched a BBC video on the protests in the Ukraine.
I like this, and I'd like this to continue. I don't know it's entirely sustainable. Getting up around 5 means that, for 8 hours sleep, I need to be in bed by 9, which is quite early, considering I'm often not home until 6:30 or 7. Maybe it's only doable on Mondays, when I've banked some extra sleep to spend. But I do like the feeling of this. I like the way my body feels when I can sit, eat, and drink my coffee in comfort, rather than frantically at my desk as I simultaneously run a report, respond to an email and sign for a package.