It is 9pm Wednesday January 15. Nothings has happened to make this a worse hour but I love to write these kind of pieces.
The reason this is the worst hour is that there is really nothings ahead of me but passing time, sleep and then another ride. I am not really afraid or dreading the ride. The best time of the day is the last 30 minutes of the ride and the infinite time thereafter as one leads up to lunch.
When I wake up to the alarm at 5:15 it really is with a sense of purpose. My job is to not makes mistakes. Get the breakfast of Yogart or berries in. Get the morning poop out. Get out of the apartment with all the things like gloves, id, phone, lights, water and turn off the lights and AC in the apartment. So I am so busy that I have little time to ruminate on who I will find to ride with, how dark will it be, etc,
I’ll wake up a couple times in the night, often once VERY near to 5:15. I try hard to avoid looking at the time. Often I am worried that the phone volume is not on so I might have to check that for no realistic reason. Many times I go back to bed and the alarm sounds in a few minutes. I am sure my internal clock knows that it is time to get up. but I am happy to ignor it and go back to bed.
Now, dinner is behind me. I have a long list of things I can occupy myself with. Hopefully I can keep a reasonable cap on the Tequila. I love to sip it along with the beers but I really only need a sip so the trick is to keep to that. Tonight I will try pausing Mindhunter on Netflixs. I have been truing it off completely, TV and all, when sometimes after only a few minutes the action is too emotional for me to want to continue.