Why is it so damn early?

I got up early today (wait, I get up early EVERY day), but today is the first day of school in many Florida counties so I knew traffic would be nasty.  I hit the road only a few minutes past the "drop dead, you must leave by" time of 6:45 a.m. and I actually had smooth sailing into work.

My plan was to decorate one of my co-workers cubicle (not as depressing as it sounds) as today he turns 30.  However, he had the same idea I had about the traffic/school/nasty, so....my plan was thwarted.  I handed him his birthday card that I had made about 3 months prior, so at least I had that going for me, which is good (obligatory Bill Murray Caddyshack reference).

I don't particularly like getting up early.  I was never an early bird in my past, but now it has gotten to the point that I rarely, if ever, set an alarm.  My body just automatically wakes up. Early.  This does not mean that I'm particularly social in the morning.  I truly prefer not to speak to anyone before 9 a.m. and some days 10 a.m.  I'm an observer, not an instigator, not a communicator, I like the view from the back.