To bed at 11 pm. Up at 3:30 a.m. The Stanley Cup Finals stealing two hours of sleep that I’ll never get back. 4.5 hours of sleep today. 5 hours yesterday. 4 hours the day before. Not sustainable.
I lay there staring at LED letters flickering on the ceiling. This projection coming from a new clock, this one complimentary from a retailer seeking to redress my stinging complaint on an Amazon review headlined: You get what you pay for.
Wally nuzzles up to me, sighs, and rolls over. I slide out from under the covers, dress quickly, grab the camera gear and drive.
I check my weather app: 71° F — 94% cloud cover — 6% chance of rain — Humidity, Southeast Asia immediately before a monsoon.
1509 consecutive (almost) days on this daybreak morning walk at Cove Island Park. Like in a row.
I pull in, there’s no one in the park. Correction. No one, except me and the Stamford City Park heavy machine operator combing the beaches, every morning. Yes, it’s intrusive, this large, John Deere Tractor scraping the earth, kicking up dust in all directions breaking the silence of the morning. Is this really necessary, beach combing?
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