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I can’t exactly say I woke up early today–9:20, but I can see the appeal of getting up early on days when it’s not exactly necessary. It’s something about getting older.
As a young lad (just a few years ago, in fact), I loved nothing more than staying out until the break of day and waking up in the mid-afternoon. In Argentina, this is the norm, even for grown folks, but they don’t start dinner until 11pm at the earliest, and night clubs close around 7 or 8 AM.
Today though, I’m brimming with excitement and there are 40 bajillion things I would like to take care of before the sun sets, so the only way to do them is to get up early and attack the day.
I also love the fact that there aren’t the pressures of work and deadlines looming over my head. Though I wish to handle some business related to my job, I don’t actually have to check in with anybody, so I’m free to work at my own pace.
I never thought I would live for the weekend, but here I am doing just that, and getting up early on a Sunday too.
