The Early Morning Type

I’ve always wondered what would happen if my alarms failed to go off at 3:06 am and 3:07 am respectively. Not that I was actually interested in doing a real, live test, but everyone on our morning team has slept in at least once…except me. I don’t brag about this but, hey, it’s just a fact. However, I’m afraid that if I do get into a ‘nah-nah boo-boo’ situation, feeling all smug about my perfect record, something will render me unconscious at the very hour I am supposed to be flicking on my microphone for my first “good morning!”

Somehow, I forgot to set my alarms last night. Not the biggie, not the back-up. Blissfully, I drifted off to sleep – at least, until my neighbour woke me up at 11 pm, shovelling out his driveway. But I digress. I fell back to sleep pretty easily and was stunned to wake up at 3:11 – just 5 minutes past my usual time – with no alarm.

What kind of bizarre, bionic being have I become? I’m up at 5 or 6 on Saturday mornings (later on Sundays, thank goodness) and I don’t even sleep in when the alarms fail to go off? I’m happy I didn’t mess up this morning, don’t get me wrong, but I’m a little freaked out about the drone that this shift has apparently turned me into. I’ll have to give it more thought over supper, which I routinely enjoy at the same time they serve it in every nursing home in the city.