Cliff hates getting up early; that's why he worked second shift for years. He likes to lie in bed just enjoying the fact that he CAN lie there. He'll sip at least one cup of coffee. Sometimes he'll doze back off and the coffee will be cold by the time he gets to it. That's OK with me.
But with the intense heat we've been having, he was complaining that he can't
I suggested he get up early to take advantage of the coolest part of the day. "You could try it, at least. If it doesn't work for you then I'll stop waking you up."
It wasn't a change for me, since I'm almost always awake around five o'clock.
So, Cliff got up shortly after six. By seven we were heading off for our walk. By eight, he was weed-eating, and then he mowed the stray weeds that have come up in the yard. When he came in for dinner at noon, he was raving about the new schedule.
"I've gotten more done today than any day since we've retired. And it's not even hot yet!"
That's when I had to break the news to him that it was a cooler day that we've been having recently. He turned on the noon news and saw that it was only 84 degrees.
"Well anyway, I sure got a lot done."
As we went to bed last night, I asked, "Should I wake you up early again?"
"Yes," he answered, "because I have to meet Phil (his brother) at nine thirty. We're going to a farm sale."
This morning I woke him at 5:30. Once out of bed, he stepped out on the front porch and remarked on how nice and cool it was.
We were heading off on a walk by 6:30. When we got back he showered and dressed for the sale and realized it was still two hours before he was to meet his brother.
"Man, this getting up early does give you a lot more time, doesn't it?"
Of course, he had cleaned up to leave, so he couldn't do anything but surf Craigslist.
He came home from the sale after one. He hadn't bought anything. He sat down on the couch, leaned back.....