It’s 5:00 AM when my alarm clock begins to do its thing. Like a little kid on Christmas morning, it lights up and begins radiating excitement in the form of noise. As I reach over groggily to put an end to the chaos, I feel as if I finally understand how my parents felt when I would jump on their bed and wake them up screaming “Merry Christmas!”
I pride myself on being a morning person and I usually like to include “jump” or “leap” when describing my morning exit from my bed. Today, however, the only verb that feels appropriate would be “dragged.” As I turn a light on and slog into the kitchen, I realize that this morning is going to be a challenge.
To make matters even worse, I grudgingly remember that I decided to give up caffeine a few months ago. After multiple months of no caffeine, you’d think that my brain would stop thinking about it, but on mornings like today, it’s all I can think about.
Why am I so tired today? Let’s just say that past Greg stayed up too late reading and present Greg isn’t very happy about that life decision.