Early bird…worm…you know the story. I’m here to tell you it’s a lie. The early bird usually sits on his couch, feeling sleepy and writing blog posts that don’t make sense.
This weekend the clocks will change. “Fall back” an hour…that would make it 4am. I was mad enough about 5am. Yuck.
I have this odd thing with going through random times (no pun intended) where I wake up early for long stretches of time. No rhyme or reason. It’s been happening since I was in my 20s (don’t ask how long ago that was) and comes and goes at will. Oddly enough, no matter how much my life changes I do always tend to find myself writing in those times. Maybe it’s my brain waking me up so that it can write. I wouldn’t put it past the human brain to do something like that.
I’ll never figure it out, but I do like to wonder why.
PS No birds were harmed for this post. The bird was already dead and just happened to be found like that.
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