… I am not.
Which is odd. For the longest time I was clearly and completely a morning person. Years ago I’d wake up at 4 or 5 am and decided I was completely awake, so I’d go to work at the crack of dawn. I look back at that time and wonder what was wrong with me?
I’m still no night owl – staying up to 11 pm or midnight is a bit of a special occasion. I can now “sleep in” until 8 or 9 am. But try to get me on the road before 7 am, and I spend the day half-zombie.
I’m no early bird anymore. I’ll never be a night owl. At this point I’m sort of chronically exhausted pigeon.
Cruelly trapped between worlds, and forced to get myself back into my early-bird sleep cycle (except weekends, where I’m expected to be a night owl), is leaving me feeling more than a little wrung out.