I Am a Lark, Not an Owl

I’ve been trying to shift to my normal early schedule again. It’s a little tricky, because it now means going to bed before my children, but it’s better for my mental health, for my ability to do morning yoga classes, for weeding before it gets too hot in the garden, and just suits me better. I am a lark, not an owl.

During the pandemic, my schedule shifted much later — I was regularly going to bed at 2 a.m., which was just weird for me.

This is our schedule now:

– I go to bed at 9:30 p.m., turning off all devices with blue light (leave laptop in another room)
– read on Kindle Paperwhite for 20-30 minutes, generally asleep by 10 p.m.
– Anand goes to bed at 10:30 p.m.
– I have no idea when Kavi and Kevin actually go to bed

– I wake up at 6 a.m. (Anand is generally up by 7; Kavi and Kevin sleep as long as they can…)

As a reward for early rising today, I came downstairs and happened to notice that the sun actually does hit my kitchen window very briefly in the early morning. We put art glass in that window because there’s an apartment building just six feet or so away on the other side, and now ivy is curling around the edges of the window, and with the sun glancing off the leaves, it’s lovely.

U+ board meeting at 7:30, so I should go prep for that. That’s another plus to the early schedule; makes it easier to do international collaboration.

A Craving for Cake

I had a craving for cake last night, but there was none to be had, and no one was volunteering to bake a cake for me and I didn’t have the energy. So that was sad, but I went poking around in my pantry, and realized I had sweetened condensed milk, which reminded me of a classic dessert of my childhood, mixed tinned fruit with sweetened condensed milk, and we had fresh cherries, so I thought they might be good together, and Reader — they were.