I don't get it. I go to bed early, well, earlier than usual anyway and two things happen to me today.
First, I wake up at 4:30 AM. Wide awake, no reason, other than, of course, the bright light that is shining through the window of my room, but that was there all night, it shouldn't wake me, and I don't think it did. I am a bit annoyed that I am awake, after all, I know that I haven't gotten enough sleep and that I am going to be exhausted if I don't get back to sleep. I look around my room. I don't need a light, as I said, there is one shining through the window. I consider going to get some breakfast, and then realize that the dining facility doesn't open for another 90 minutes. Fortunately, reason overcame all motivation and I fell back asleep.
Second, I woke up with only six minutes to get to my 7:30 AM meeting. I love going into a meeting, unshaven, and those of you who know me know that if I don't shave it is really obvious, after a week. I apparently had some bed head going on as a friend from the other side of the room made a hand gesture on top of their head that looked like they were an indian brave who had just earned a few feathers. At first I was a bit confused, then just embarrassed.
So anyway, it makes me wonder why I bothered to go to bed early. Apparently if I had gone to bed two hours later I would simply have woken up 15 minutes before my alarm went off and all would have been well.
At least, that is what I keep telling myself.