I get started at 5:30 in the morning and write till 10 A.M. Then I hike six...
You know I mean this sincerely you know I'm so grateful that I get to get...
I start work at 5 in the morning and I have a wicked insomnia problem.
Isn't it sad to go to your grave without ever wondering why you were born? Who with such a thought would not spring from bed eager to resume discovering the world and rejoicing to be part of it?