I am NOT a morning person. Two cups of bitumen in the am is just to get my heart started, I don't clear the brain fog until noon. When one of those annoying "too cheery in the morning" types wishes me "good morning!", my standard response is to growl "what's good about it?"
Yes, we have no mañanas, we have no mañanas today.
I still follow the John Wayne philosophy: “You’re burning daylight”, which means I get up out of bed very early every single morning, even on weekends and even though I’m now retired. It was that same mindset in the military, so it was doubly ingrained in me and has become a lifelong habit. Conversely and paradoxically, I am also a night owl, a possibly hereditary trait that must have been passed down to me from my mother. I wasn’t allowed to stay up late growing up, but that didn’t mean I went to sleep when I went to bed. Many a weeknight I was still awake listening from bed as she watched “The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson” and its iconic audio, the music, Ed McMahon’s voice and laughter, Carson’s midwestern drawl, the audience, the guests. My mother did a lot of other things besides just watching tv when she stayed up late, she said she concentrated better with no one around to distract her. (My stepfather worked the midnight shift.)
For decades, I became accustomed to getting only about four or five hours of sleep. Now in retirement, it’s been about six to seven hours of sleep consistently for just over two years, with early-morning wake-ups.
In many ways I am on the fence as far as being a morning person or a night person, I do a lot of things late at night.
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