Every tuesday through friday, I leave the house while Burton is still snoozing. In fact, most of the eastern standard time zone is snoozing. Because it's freaking early. More often than not, I get a kick out of being up before the rest of you, while the streets are quiet and the air is still and the intersection of routes 16 and 2 is mine, all mine.
Saturdays, though. I truly hope my next job doesn't require me to see 5:30 am every saturday. I fear this may mean the end of my donut-making career before it even starts. Helas.