I think it’s a robin that’s singing right now. It reminds me of the summer I woke up at 4:30am several days a week to go to work at a bakery. That singing reminded me that it was not, as it seemed, the middle of the night, and I was not alone in being up at that time.
I am up now (a little before 5am) because of illness. One too many late night caught up with me, I think. I just tend to feel more productive after 11pm these days. A few nights ago, I stayed up until 3 cleaning the kitchen. I’m not sure why – I’ve never been this way before. And it’s mildly problematic, because if my insomnia doesn’t change directions, my jet lag when I arrive in Budapest will be even worse. Hungary is 6 hours ahead of us here. Transcarpathian Ukraine is a little schizophrenic in it’s time zone affiliation – a remnant of communist times – but whatever time it could be, staying up to midnight here is like staying up until 6 or 7 in the morning there. I really need to reverse my pattern and start going to bed earlier.
So maybe it’s a good thing I’m awake at 5 in the morning. Maybe I should do it more often. I’m not sure the bird song is much incentive, thought. My time zone adjustment may have to wait for a Ukrainian sunrise. Until then, I’ll have to deal with my own schizophrenic time zones.