Show up to work at seven in the morning. The building is mostly empty, except for a few other insane compatriots. It is quiet, so blissfully quiet. The phone is not ringing; the customers had yet to realize I’m at my desk.
I got more work done before noon than I do by five o’clock any other day of the week.
I guess I could make this a habit and become seriously productive in my life. I could. If I wanted to. But do I really want to be awake at the butt-crack of dawn every day?
No I do not.