Apparently this week my body has decided that 5:15 is the cat's meow. It doesn't matter what time I go to sleep or how tired I feel, at 5:15, that's it. I'm awake, and it is time to do stuff.
I generally have nothing to complain about. If I'm comfy, I can fall asleep pretty easily and I know so many people struggle with insomnia. (I don't stay awake at night to deal with my anxieties, I fall comfortably asleep at night and just grind away my teeth quietly.)
So, the coffee is made, a few odds and ends are tidied up, and I suppose I will look upon this as a gift, and try to get some writing done with the unexpected gift of time.
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