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 Iím not scrambling out of bed at 5:30 to see what somebodyís faxing me.) I didnít feel wide awake at 6:58, but for some reason I already knew I wasnít 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 Timís crew was missing.)
Iím not a morning person, and I didnít exactly get to bed early last night. But if I had a good reason to get up at seven oíclock, I could probably do it. If I absolutely had to, I would. That doesnít explain why I did it today, but apparently Iím not going to be able to figure that out.
Obviously, I didnít 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. Thereís one of the benefits of working at home. Iím just glad the phone didnít ring, because that would have spoiled everything. I donít think I would have handled the extra long day without the uninterrupted, extra long nap.