It’s a battle. Every single working day. Man against innerspring, the obligation to get to work on time versus the obligation to do some extra self-care by enjoying the comfort of my bed for as long as anyhow possible.
As a passionate late-riser getting up as early as 5:30am too often feels like a violation against the most basic human rights for me. But then, particularily in early spring, there are these days that don’t make me me feel like being an extra in a Day of the Dead sequel but like a truly unusual witness of how fantastic and majestic the appearence of these early hours at that time of the year over here can litterally be!