Lately I have been:
a) Getting up really early (like 4:30 am) so that I can get work done.
b) Making coffee at home...and drinking it.
Somehow this causes extreme flashbacks to jobs of yesteryear, like "Wake up, Mary, it's time to go open the coffeehouse and bake all of the chocolate and raspberry filled croissants!" or "Better go catch the el to that mind-numbing office job in the Loop!"
But no. I'm getting up early so that I can read Neruda--good lord, why don't I read Neruda every day?--and write lesson plans about poetry, and then read more poetry.
And that is why I am not complaining.
Are you a morning person?