This shouldn't come as a surprise to anyone, but I don't function well when my work day starts at 6:30 AM. Today is the second time in the past four work days that I have had the disgruntlement of an awesome parking place in exchange for seeing my desk before the sun was past the horizon. The next couple of weeks won't be quite so terrible, as my meetings will start at 7:30 instead of 7. Why doesn't that give me comfort?
The worst part this morning was walking across the street, cold and shivering, thinking about how much worse it will be for our December faculty meeting, also scheduled for 7 AM, toward the end of the month. I'm pre-miserable in anticipation.