Nota Bene

It’s 12:36 in the morning, and I ought to be in bed. Sawing logs, catching zz’s… all those clichés about sleep.

Instead I’m taking a quick break from a project to muse on the fact that I’m a night or day person, depending on what’s required.

Once upon a time I used to be one of those annoyingly cheerful morning people, you know, the ones who wake up with a smile on their face and a gleam in their eye? Yeah. It was scary. But I had trained myself to do it.

Then I went to university and quickly became a night owl, thanks in part to the courses I was taking (lots of reading and essay writing), and partly because my friends were also night owls.And coffee, of course. (Late night coffee drinking, done properly, can be decadent. Trust me).

Then I entered the world of full-time work and oh good god goddess dog I had to be up early again!

I got used to it. Besides, there’s definitely a bonus to starting at 7 and finishing at 3, especially on those spring days when a hint of summer floats teasingly in the sun.

But after a long weekend of letting my internal clock decide when it’s time to get up or go to bed? Well, let’s just say I will fake cheerful (and awake) until my first cuppa tomorrow morning.

Surely I’m not the only one?