You can’t tell me that people don’t have different body clocks.  Some people pop out of bed at 5am and feel good about it. To me, 5am should only come at the end of the night.

Each time I’m left to my own devises for a few weeks, my body reverts to form, and I start staying up later and later each night.  I’ve been off a little over a week, and already, it’s 3am and I’m not sleepy.  A couple of weeks ago, I’d have been getting up in three hours.

The world is slowly accepting us night people.  Thirty years ago, you couldn’t find a restaurant or a grocery store open at this time of night, but today, there are plenty. Still, the world is set up for the early birds. You can’t go to the doctor or the dentist after 5pm. You can’t go to the bank in the evenings.
In a perfect world, we’d be able to check a box somewhere, telling of our preferences. I’d check the box for “sometimes sleeps till 10am” and another one for “stays up till at least 3am.” Then all of us who have similar sleep cycles could have our own businesses that open and close to meet our needs. All our jobs would start at 11am, and we’d get off at 7pm or 8pm. We could go to the bank at midnight.

Just think of the economic boon such a plan would cause!  The very late night people could have their own businesses, we late nighters would have ours, and the early birds would have theirs. Who knows…there might even be some cross-overs. People who believed they were day people their whole lives could suddenly realize that they prefer sleeping in.

Wouldn’t it be interesting to see which group we’d all end up in?  I wonder if we’d be evenly split across the clock. It would be cool to find out.

In the meantime, I’m forcing myself to go to bed. I feel better if I stay up late, but I’m going to hate myself in a week when I have to start getting up at 6am.

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