I'm a big proponent of the idea that if you think you don't enough time in a day to do everything you want to do, you're probably sleeping in too much. But boy, some mornings it's sure a lot harder than that simple thought, isn't it? It's easy to tell a brain you're getting too much sleep, but a weary body just isn't so willing to listen.
Here I am though, up before 6:00am to write. I have to get ready for work in just a few minutes and I can't drink this coffee fast enough because it's too hot, but I'm awake. Some mornings, that's gotta be enough, right? Just the fact that I'm awake even though I really shouldn't be.
If my sleep is what I have to sacrifice to the Muses to grant myself just one more day of inspiration for writing then I suppose I'll lay it down by, well, not spending as much time lying down.