2 AM hits and I’m just hitting my stride. Armed with vodka on the rocks, I can churn code or write until the wee hours until I finally pass out next to my girlfriend who rises at 5:whatthefuckever AM. But not this week.
No, this week I’ve been racking out around 11 PM so I can get more out of my mornings. And that’s been enlightening. Get up around 7ish, shower, make some coffee. Start work. Then the phone calls roll in. And the emails. And instant messages. Finally, the cats need attention. Clocking maybe 60 minutes of work in 4 hours, I feel like I’m back working for The Man again.
And it’s been this week that I remember why I do my best work at night: to get away from people.