Sam gets up at 4:30, and I sleep in ’til 7:30, almost every morning. “Delicious sleep,” he said to me recently, “you get 780 more hours a year than I do. That’s like a whole month.” It’s actually 32.5 days.
How adorable I must be, drowsily wishing him a great day as I snuggle back into the pillows and drifting back off for another couple of hours, as Sam departs, his sleep envy fermenting into mild resentment. It took a day to sink in, and so this morning I set my iPhone alarm for 6:30, with productivity in mind.
The goal is to focus on a few (gulp) chores, or a simple home improvement project that doesn’t require neighbor-waking power tools. I tried it for the first time this morning, making the following findings: Continue reading ‘Early to Bed, Early to Rise’