Good morning!

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.

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Disclaimer

I only recently noticed that my posting times are all in the wee hours. Perhaps is worth mentioning that the blog clock is set to Swiss time, and that I am not. Please stop picturing me waking up in a cold sweat at 3 a.m., my sleep cycle disrupted by the panicky need to blog.