When I was young, I dreamed about the day I’d retire and be able to sleep in every morning like I once did in my early teens before my mother found me a job. Now I’m old, semi-retired and guess what… yep, I wake up every day between 7 and 8 and can’t get back to sleep. Sometimes I wake up at 3 AM and read New York Magazine cover to cover before my body is even slightly interested in going back to sleep. On those days, if I’m lucky, I can sleep in until 9.
Life is simply not fair.