I am just not use to getting up this early in the morning. My eyes feel like they are two buckets of sand, my mouth can't stay closed for longer then 30 seconds before a yawn erupts, and I have about as much motivation as a slug facing a salt flat.
And I once took pride in being a morning person.
And I once took pride in being a morning person.
Great metaphors!
So how early do you get up?
Why not pretend that it's for another leg of the vaunted "Tour de Rook?"