I know you’ve been asking yourselves, “Just how early does Elsa have to get up for her new Monday/Wednesday classes, anyway?”
Well, this morning, I surfaced from a sound sleep before the alarm tore through the dark. I stretched, muttered the ritual “I’m so tired,” and pushed myself off the bed to go make coffee. Only on my shuffling way through the living room did I notice the time: 1:30 a.m.
That’s how early: so early that it is indistinguishable from the middle of the night.
Maybe it’s the time of year; I’m not the only one having trouble locating herself in time.