May 26 2005
7:30
Once upon a time, when I worked for the city recreation department, my boss had these meetings that started at 7:30 a.m. which I was required to attend because I had to take minutes. I always thought everyone was insane, because really, who schedules things for 7:30 a.m.? Now, I am awake every day at 7:30, but that doesn’t mean I’m ready to go anywhere, and it certainly doesn’t mean that I’m ready to talk to anybody or, well, much of anything, really, because it’s SEVEN-THIRTY IN THE MORNING.
For me, waking up is a process that involves a lot of sitting around mute and staring at things dumbly and forcing caffeine into my system. I usually don’t say anything to anybody for at least an hour, because even though my head is always full of thoughts centered around that day’s to-do list, I don’t think my vocal chords start working until I’ve eased into the day a little bit.
Over the past year, I’ve noticed a rash of 7:30 a.m. engagements that I mostly try to avoid, but it’s hard because I seem to work in a world full of people who want to start the day as soon as possible. Today, I have to go to this breakfast fundraiser (at 7:30) which is such a bad time, because what kind of normal person can eat food that early in the day? I had dreams about this event all night last night, mostly involving me being late or forgetting about it entirely or falling asleep in a plate of fruit. It’s five to seven now, and I haven’t forgotten about it, but I wonder about the falling asleep in the fruit bit, because honestly, I’m so tired I feel like I might die and blah.
If you were expecting some sort of brilliant statement to sum up the rest of this post, I apologize, but seriously. It’s early.
