It will come as zero surprise when I note that I’m of the nocturnal variety. I’ve been trying recently, though, to get to bed by midnight. It’s been an absolutely miserable failure.
Part of it probably has to do with trying to squeeze things in this final week+ in Chicago. But I’m consistently amazed when I think it’s just past midnight and it’s already 1 a.m. Where does the hour between midnight and 1 go? Every bloody night it’s the same routine. Have things at a decent wrap up point at about midnight. Look at the clock again, realize it’s 1 a.m.
Who is sneaking off with my hour?
I blame the New York office 🙂