I have found that the older I get, the less that I like getting up early. Even if its just occasionally, I don't like it. So why did I get up at a quarter to six this morning?
To prepare breakfast for my daughter, who leaves for a color guard competition at 7AM.
And why am I going to said color guard competition, and expecting to sit in the cold on metal bleachers, for three hours, when I'm not a big fan of the cold?
What can I say, I like my daughter.