When I turned 16, my dad bought me a t-shirt with Garfield on the front. He rarely picked out my gifts, much less clothing, so it was kind of a big deal. I loved the opinionated orange cat. (Hmm. Maybe that’s why I put one in LOVE’S SILVER LINING?) This particular shirt proclaimed I DON’T DO MORNINGS.
You see, I came into the world at 11:47 p.m. and have been a night owl ever since. No matter how old I get, I have a habit of fighting sleep like a toddler at nap time. Most of the sunrises I’ve seen have been because I never went to sleep the night before.
A lot of my friends, however, are morning people. When they ask if we can do breakfast, I often negotiate for brunch instead.
After everyone else goes to bed, the house is quiet. The only sounds are the fan (or heater, depending on the season) and canine snoring (and sometimes hubby’s snoring). I can listen to music through my headphones and write until I can’t hold my eyes open without interruption or distraction.
So what about you? Are you an early bird or a night owl? And how do you manage to cope with friends with opposite schedules?