early morning

it's 7.15, and I've been working for 75 minutes already. The baby woke at 4.30, and 5.30 it was no use pretending to sleep any more.

I feel like I'm on a charter trip, you know, those where you have to be at the airport at 4.30, because the plane leaves at a cheap time slot. My throat is dry, I've already drunk too much coffee, and I feel like I'm on remote control.

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