I might as well have written this one in my sleep…

I have been working where I work for almost 7 years, and still haven’t come to an understanding of why it is necessary to be available to retailers at 5 O’clock in the morning.

Being available at 5, meaning leaving home at 4h45 (yeah, I found the closest apartment to reduce home-to-work and work-to-home movement to the least), meaning being up at 3h45, which isn’t early in the morning, but very late the night before…

And for what?

I don’t want to jinx myself, but odds are that I won’t start having steady calls anywhere before 8h00…  But who am I to complain. I’ll be paid overtime to dream about being in bed, wrapped in my warm bedsheet, dreaming about who-knows-what….

Grumpy? Nah… Just not fully awake yet.

When I opened the apartment door this (dang-early) morning, my first thought was, “you’ll be starting your day early with a smile in a few!” Which is true. And I wondered if temperature would be comparable 6 times zones away… Would my Denmark-walking-shoes and my Denmark-windbreaker do the job? Would Denmark decide to be really cold and force me to stack up layers of clothing to keep warm while heading for my next train?

I walked out the backstreet, towards that building I know too well when I noticed the stars in the clear (dang too) early morning sky…

Funny how sometimes, the brain takes a picture, and decides “from now on, this thing will remind you of this person!” Well to me, butterflies remind me of Pippa, and sunrises of the cat-crazy-Lady…

And just the same, stars remind me of a not-so-old friend, and as I was walking, talking to both of us, I thought “You know, stars are as pretty in the morning as they are in the evening…”

And in a split second, it was all worthwhile waking up so dang early!