I DON'T MIND getting up early. I did it for 24 years as a sports guy and then news guy. I'd get up, take a shower, and charge to work amped and ready.
That's one of the big differences a year later, after I "retired" from the newspaper bidness. I usually wake up around 6:30 or 7, probably from all the years of getting up early. Then I get up and make coffee. Then I poke around online. This morning I made bacon and eggs and took the dogs for a stroll. Sheryl took her time getting ready and had some errands to run, so I scooted to Second String Music, got things opened up and just generally felt good about things.
Right at 10 a.m. a young man walked in who was having issues with his bass. We had a great conversation and we'll try to get to the bottom of his issue with the instrument. I just like the fact I'm rested and ready to go and enjoying what I do.
Last night we came home from a great Monday and I remarked to Sheryl how good I felt, and how fortunate we were. After a day at the Whig I usually felt like I was run over by a truck. A very large truck. I now reserve that feeling exclusively for post-Cheeseburger Sundays.
I guess you can call it work.