It happens around my office all year: folks take a week or two off, go somewhere exotic (or at least expensive) and show back up groaning about how they now need a rest from their vacation. Not me, though - I like to take a week off in the summer and just hang out, clean my house, connect with friends I don't usually see, spend too much time drinking beer on week nights, and generally enjoy being a local bum.

Since 2000, I've been waking up around 7 am to get to my 8 to 5 job at least five days out of seven. It still takes less than two days for my body to completely revert to my natural sleeping patterns of staying up until dawn and then snoozing hard until after the hottest part of the day burns itself out. Put me on that schedule and I'm a happy man. One of these days I need to figure out how to apply my meager work history and skills to a night job that'll actually support me.

Until then, well, here I am. I'm awake, and that's about all I can say about it.


Ms. Moon said...

And isn't it funny? If I sleep past nine a.m., I feel as if I've wasted an entire day and committed an egregious sin.
You definitely take after your father's side of the family on that one.

downtown guy said...

If I got up at 2 and went to bed at 9, I'd definitely see it as a wasted day. But if I know I can stretch it out until dawn, well, that's when I feel best.

Right now I feel like I should just be getting up.