I am not a morning person. I am a night person. That I get up at 5 a.m. every morning is less a tribute to my being a person capable of functioning in the morning than a person to my being a person who wants to avoid traffic and be able to leave early.
And when I do wake up, I’m not sociable. I want nothing more than to just hunker down, eat my breakfast, drink my coffee, and read my book. While I am not the aggressively anti-social Oscar-the-Grouch that my brother is, I am quiet, withdrawn, and, yes, a bit grouchy.
So imagine my unending, joyous rapture as, every morning on this trip, I get to go down and be the convivial manager type, chit-chatting through breakfast and coffee.
Bitch, bitch, bitch …
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