During the night I do something that I never, ever do: I sleep through the night. Oh, sure, I wake up around 3:30, but I'm too tired to drag myself out of bed to pee, so, when I do get the call, I convince myself that I'll get up to pee when I roll over in ... threeeeeee, twooooo, ooooone ... Back to sleep I go.
Then next thing I know, the alarm is going off, and it's the William Tell Overture. You may know this as the theme song from the old television show The Lone Ranger. Instantly I am up-and-at-'em. It's amazing to me how the music (and having to pee) can set my day into motion. If the music is slow and quiet, Brahms perhaps, my day starts out a lot calmer. If it's talk radio and it's sports (and my team lost), I end up starting my day in a foul mood.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c7O91GDWGPU
Starting my day with Rossini, much like starting it with Mendelssohn, sets into motion a quick-start, and I am up and running at a break-neck pace. Of course, by the end of the day my head is resting on my arm on the kitchen table, and I'm napping at 4:30 in the afternoon, but it's okay because I started my day at high speed and maintained that pace until the bitter end.
If only I were a Kentucky Derby horse, there might be a pay-off for this energy. Unfortunately, I'll have to be happy with the humor I see in it all and the crazy pace I set for myself because my clock-radio happens to be set to WCRB this morning instead of WODS (oldies) or Power Ochociento or EEI Sports Talk...
