It is 0230.
I am completely dressed, make-up on, coffee half drank. Drunk? Really. It's 0230 in the morning. Does it really matter?
Here's the rub.
I am doing this voluntarily.
This has nothing to do with work. (see Beck and Call)
I rolled out of bed to the obnoxious alarm clock all for the sake of adventure.
My question is this:
Why can't an adventure start at a civilized hour.
Did Louis and Clark leave for the great Northwest Unknown in the middle of the night?
And these were two of the most adventuresome people I can think of.
You know why?
Because it is TWO THIRTY A!M!
(More to come.)
(after I get a nap.)
|Seriously? Meriweather and William would never have been sound asleep on their straw beds.|