The corner of King and Spadina, Toronto, near where I've recently started working.

Last week was the first time in 2 years that I regularly had to get myself out of bed before seven in the AM each day and I'll be honest, I only barely survived. Let's just say that after 5 years of dragging myself to work by 10, followed by 2 years of working from home (meaning up by 8 or later) left me ill-equipped to re-enter the waking, working world. Yet, re-entry to the office-sphere went smoother than expected. Perhaps that's because the project is good, the people are nice (many of whom I know from previous work) and in general, everything is really familiar. The space itself is almost identical to Critical Path's office — exposed beam and brick, and is situated in the downtown core. I take the same street car in the morning and if I desired could walk to the same places for lunch. Despite all of this familiarity, I still get the same pangs of nerves in my gut — mostly from that moment when I realize just how much work there is to do.

Much of this problem is caused by the Sun's insistence on not making an appearance before 7:30 AM. Tomorrow the Sun rises at 7:49. I too will rise. Unfortunately I'll be up 50 minutes before the Sun.

If only I could be as chipper as this song when I get up:
listen here