Becoming an Early Riser 010

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I feel as though I'm sloughing off.  But, is it really sloughing off if I'm rising around 6:45-7:30 on summer vacation days?  I mean seriously?  Ugh, my gut says yes, I'm only rationalizing.  Still, I would not have gotten up this early any other summer vacation in previous years unless I had a plane or train to catch.  Egads, last July I was up at 4 a.m. catching a train to Seattle.  Wow, maybe one day I will blog about that trip.

I'm getting SO much done to the house this summer and I credit that to getting up early.  I work long, long days, sometimes not eating dinner until after 8 p.m., which naturally puts me late to bed and thus late to rise, well later than 5:30. 

So, I'll make a deal with myself.  I've one more big project to complete...the spare room!  I've saved be best/worst for last.  Once that's complete, I'll revert to rising in the dark again.  We've such a short summer vacation this year, and though I've loads of desk work to do, which I do best early in the morning, I want to finish the house projects before I dig into them.  So, it's settled, rise early enough to finish the housework, but not so early I'm tied to a bedtime because I'm so tenacious that once I get on a roll, I don't want to stop, and when it's done...back to rising at 5:30 a.m. 

Deal?  Deal.



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