Yawn, stretch.

Yawn, stretch.

It is 6:00 a.m. and I am up.

This is unheard of.

It's a change I've been wanting to make for a while, and it's only the first successful attempt so far.  But I have not been the least bit productive or useful at night lately, and I have these goals that are just not getting accomplished.  So I'm up.

The sky is still lightening — it's actually clear, which is pretty amazing given my hometown's tendency to be socked in by fog pretty much daily.  I have my half-caff brewing and now it's just a matter of what task I'm going to tackle for the next hour.  I am torn between the crit that I owe and getting a little of my own writing done.  Perhaps I'll do a bit of both.  

I'll report back.

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