Early Bird

I've been waking up obscenely early in the morning the last couple of days, (no) thanks to jetlag. Vulgar for me is 7AM so last night's record (5PM to 4AM) was pretty much hardcore with bondage and S&M thrown in for good measure. I've always been an evening person: I like dinner, I like procrastination, and I like fire dancing. Something else that the evening affords me is solitude, which I also enjoy quite often. The darkness of the evening surrounds me like a blanket, letting me pretend that I'm alone an insulated from the rest of the world.

But solitude comes in post-crepuscular and pre-auroral forms. Getting up at 4AM, albeit a bit excessive, has convinced me that morning solitude is as good or better than evening solitude. Perhaps it's the novelty of it all but I do feel more ready for the rest of the day with hours and hours to prepare before the start of any obligations or duties. The upshot is that I get home, eat dinner, and by 8PM I'm breathing heavily because my body is screaming at me to shut down. Perhaps 10-6 is a better plan...