I think it’s pretty much official. I am a morning person. If it were not for my insistence at staying up late in the evening, I think I would get up at 3 or 4am every morning. I just love it at that time of day.

I remember when I was in the military, I would get up on the weekends at 4am just so I could tool around the barracks, do my laundry, walk in the quad – the place was like a ghost town. Everyone else had been out the night before tying one on and were now hung over, passed out in bed. But not me. I didn’t have a line of laundry baskets to fight through to get my laundry done like there always was during the week. There was no idiots yelling out their windows or across the quad about who was sitting on who or who needed to “Get off me!”

I used to do the same thing when I was a kid growing up. We would go to the vacation house in the summer and I would sneak out of bed at daybreak when the rest of my family was still fast asleep. I would tip-toe down to the kitchen, eat a nice cold bowl of cereal on the deck, watching the otters play in the water or the cranes fly by. Then I would creep down to the water’s edge and quickly launch the canoe and would be gone all morning, trolling up the arms of the lake, just searching, exploring, daydreaming about the Native Americans who had lived there on the lake before us. I read about those Indians later in life and discovered they had all died from European disease before the whites had ever stepped foot in their camps. That lake I spent having fun in the summers was really a massive graveyard. Can you imagine? Everybody dead. Everyone.Someone’s entire life, the lives of their ancestors, their entire way of life, utterly and irrevocably wiped out by a creature they couldn’t even see with their own eye.

Nonetheless, I hit my goal for the second day in a row. Oh, and I also managed to get down to 261.4 lbs this morning. If I keep this up, I’ll be under 260 in a few days.

Off to work.