Regardless of the clocks being turned back, I don't think I should have woken up at four.
Okay, I thought. My body believes it's five--early, yes, but not an ungodly hour to rise.
I tried to fall back asleep and when I next looked at the time, it was five.
I haven't yet adjusted to the change, I told myself. So actually, it's six. I know lots of people who get up at six.
I took another stab at sleep, but then felt hungry. I remembered reading an article that said you should eat within the first hour of waking--that if you wait any longer, your metabolism will slow down or convert stuff to sugar, or something like that.
So I laid in bed with a fig-flavored yogurt, then licked the spoon, turned off the light and closed my eyes.
Sleep never did come, but the laundry is going and the dishes are done--and if I hurry it up, I can finish this post and pay my bills by six--which is really seven, which isn't an unusual hour to start the day, not unusual at all.