Taed, my husband, gets up well before dawn even considers breaking. This morning, when I was up at 5:15, he’d been up for at least an hour. I asked him about going back to bed, but he wasn’t up to it. I couldn’t so I stayed up and worked on getting pictures to our dear yearbook person (what a THANKLESS task!). That’s it’s own ordeal that’s not worth discussing.
Keb got up at 6:15 and came down to play. Guess who’s back in bed sleeping (I think)? Yup. What a silly man.
NOTE: He took time off yesterday because he had to burn vacation hours. When he wakes up at 3 or 4 in the morning, he’s working. What’s the point then?