This week I have been trying to get up before Ben leaves for work, with moderate success. It’s not quite light at this hour, which is inherently wrong, I say, in terms of waking up. And of course, waking up at such an hour means I am inclined to go to bed at nine, which is embarrassing. Last night at 8:30 Ben said, “Want to watch a movie?” which I suspected was dubious and although it was a promising documentary on the life of Henry Darger, indeed, by nine we were both ready to pack it in. (More about Darger, I’m sure, after I actually watch the film.)
But it’s nice and quiet at this hour, and it’s an extra hour of work, theoretically, since I tend to be more productive in the mornings. I’m still behind on this week’s Times, though – no doubt because I discovered Gawker, one more way to spend time online.