I’ve been getting up most mornings at 7am.
Really.
Mostly, it’s about suitable motivation. Breakfast is my favourite meal of the day. They serve a really good one at work. Hence 7am.
It’s pretty dark when I get up. This is actually not as grim as it sounds. A warm apartment (and a heated bathroom floor) helps.
Lately, I’ve noticed it is getting lighter in the mornings. I was surprised to discover that I found this disappointing. I spent a little teeth-brushing time on some self-analysis. Turns out, deep inside I seem to think that rising before the sun gives me some sort of victory over the day.
I guess it’s nice to start the day with a win.
ToDo: Invent Brilliant Title 
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