How not to wake up

Avoiding all that ridiculous advice on the merits of getting up at zero-dark thirty.

Last night I was tired. So I went to bed at 10 p.m. My alarm usually goes off at 6:45 a.m. but, because I was rested, my body naturally came alive at 6:30 instead. Yes, it was shocking.

So I lay there for a while, wiggling my toes and thinking the usual things that pop into my head first thing: Why was my boss wearing a bunny suit in my dream? Is there another reason why my Mom and aunt are fighting? Do I need to get cream cheese?

And then my alarm went off — so I got out of bed.

Today was a good day — and it’s still not over. I’ve got an evening event to attend and maybe some writing to do later. I’ll do what I can, people.

Should I feel guilty for cashing in on nine hours of sleep last night?

NO. And neither should you.

Go to bed already. Fight tomorrow’s battles in the daylight for God’s sake.