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.