I’m a morning person, married to a night person. Between that and the new puppy, my usual six hours of sleep a night has dwindled. After September 11, 2001 I started putting an ear bud in at night and listening to a little jazz on public radio and then the BBC World News starting at midnight, just to be sure nothing else catastrophic had happened, or if it had, to get a heads up. Before 9/11, I would listen to the BBC to cure insomnia. Just hearing about elections that might take place in tiny countries I had never heard of or musical compositions on obscure instruments based on tunes created before time began was quite enough to regulate my breathing.
I just returned from a visit to a tiny island (the Isle of Arran) in Scotland, for the sixth year in a row. Jet lag and different time zones help one to reevaluate “real” time.
If you’re not a morning person, not to worry. You’re just not a morning person in your particular time zone. On the other side of the world, it may be the crack of dawn when you emerge from your cocoon.