Sunday was a 4am start, which, surprisingly, was doable.
Monday was a 2am start, which, other than lying in bed staring at the clock at 0130, was surprisingly doable.
Bed time, though, is 7pm.
The only issue is, I’m so tired, I hardly know who I am.
I’m a little vague on the days.
This nice thing, though — I get out of the house.
Also, I don’t waste daylight being in work.
Just don’t know if I’m alive.