No matter how early I wake and no matter how carefully I plan, most days require a two hour warm up period, at least. It is the rare morning when I am ready to work or leave the house before 9 a.m. — and far more likely that I won't start functioning normally before 10 a.m. When I do rush to leave early, I end up spending time feeling ill at work. No matter my intentions, my body rebels for two hours and I must submit to its terms.
Once I'm working, I lose track of time. What seem to be minutes are often hours, as I've already explained. That's not a bad thing, since nothing would be worse than a slow, ponderous work day. However, I'm often left wishing there were twice as many hours in a day.
At night, I often have as much difficulty falling asleep as I do waking in the morning. I find myself drifting in and out of a light sleep for several hours. Some nights I give up and work or write, much as I am doing at this moment. It is as if my body clock is off by four or five hours.
I've adapted to my personal time vortex by trying to be extra early. Though I seldom manage to be as early as intended, the effort at least keeps me closer to on time.
Even when I've taught morning classes, I have managed to be on time. Often, barely on time, but that didn't matter because shared classrooms mean waiting for the previous class and instructor to exit before entering the room. For the last year in Minnesota and during my first year at my new campus, I scheduled "office hours" for the two hours before class. That's one way to never be late to class.
I'd love to know where the lost minutes and hours go. It would be nice to have some of them stored away for days with too many deadlines.