The fact that I have a new big screen TV was not the reason I got up early this morning. I wanted to get that possible misconception out of the way from the start. (Although, to be honest, I did turn it on and watch the last episode of Rome before 8:00 am.)

Something woke me up at 6:58 this morning. (Actually, something woke me up at 5:30 am, and it was the fax machine, but on my looniest day I’m not scrambling out of bed at 5:30 to see what somebody’s faxing me.) I didn’t feel wide awake at 6:58, but for some reason I already knew I wasn’t going to be able to go back to sleep, so I got up. (And then I checked the fax and noticed that one of the time cards from Tim’s crew was missing.)

I’m not a morning person, and I didn’t exactly get to bed early last night. But if I had a good reason to get up at seven o’clock, I could probably do it. If I absolutely had to, I would. That doesn’t explain why I did it today, but apparently I’m not going to be able to figure that out.

Obviously, I didn’t make it through the day. I wore out by 3:00 pm and sat down to close my eyes for an hour and a half. Then I got back to work for an hour and a half after that. There’s one of the benefits of working at home. I’m just glad the phone didn’t ring, because that would have spoiled everything. I don’t think I would have handled the extra long day without the uninterrupted, extra long nap.

It turned out to be a more productive day than usual, because I got started earlier and worked later. The break in the middle wasn’t any longer than the extra time I added at the beginning and the end, and I think it helped keep me focused. If I could count on a good afternoon nap, I might consider getting up earlier on a regular basis. I can’t count on it, so I’m not really tempted. But it’s a thought.