Most people groan when they hear what time I need to get up to be at work on the radio each morning. And while my body has never truly adjusted to the early hours, there is definitely something worse than having an alarm go off at 3:50 am.
It's getting up when that alarm goes off, getting dressed, kissing my sweetheart goodbye and then, pulling lunch out of the fridge, noticing the clock on the microwave says it's not 4:05, but only 3:05. Same thing on the clock on the stove. And the clock on the coffee maker.
It's the sickly feeling of doom rumbling across the pit of my stomach as I realize that somehow, the 'regular' clock, the one upstairs by the bed, has been pushed ahead an hour. It only takes the accidental push of one button to make that change.
So, back upstairs, put back on the pyjamas, push the dog off the still-warm spot on the bed and crawl back under the covers, hoping my body won't notice it's already been awake, hoping to regain the nearly lost hour, and then lying awake, savouring the possibility of an nap this afternoon.
That's what's worse than getting out of bed at 3:50: it's waking up, dreaming about taking a nap.
who's the dude in the picture? is that your sweetheart, you so fondly speak of?
ReplyDeleteIt's Jeremy, my co-host on 97.7 The Beach. He also gets up early. We just haven't gotten around to posting the radio station logo up there yet...
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