Both of us commented this morning that this was the price of live. What exactly was this?? This is the alarm clock going off at 5:40am in the morning. For me, this is almost 2.5 hours earlier than I am used to. The majority of the week, my alarm clock used to be set for 8am. For him, he used to wake up at 6:30am. The adjustment is not as severe but nonetheless I think he was feeling it. I truly feel like I am living in a different time zone than I was. I can’t remember the last time I had to get up so early in the morning that I left my house when it was still dark. And I am so not at my best in the morning. I warned Eduardo that I was quiet and didn’t talk very much. In fact, my social skills that early in the morning are so pitiful that I know I blew the introductions to his friend.
So I dropped him off, went to the gym – and yes, it was as painful as I thought it would be – and went to work for 8:30. 3 hours later and my brain cells are still only operating one at a time. I am so unbelievably tired despite going to bed at 10:15 last night. My entire goal is to simply get to the end of my work day without making any mistakes.