3:00 a.m.
This is what time I woke up this morning. On purpose.
Now you may be asking yourself, “Why? Why would she do this?” You may be thinking that there is something wrong with my brain. And you would probably be right, but that has nothing to do with why I woke up at 3:00 this morning. You see, I did this all so some lucky bastards who are still in bed can get the paper safely delivered to their home before six o’clock. Yep, I am the newspaper delivery person in your neighborhood (or at least I could be, depending on where you live). I have been humming that song from Sesame Street all morning (If you click on the link and scroll down the page, Amazon will let you select and listen to 30 seconds of Bob and the Sesame Street gang singing People in Your Neighborhood).
Now if I think about the fact that this is really only 2.5 hours earlier than I usually get up, it doesn’t sound so bad. And truthfully, at this point in the day (6:42 a.m.), I’m doing great! But talk to me again 5 hours from now and we’ll see if my brain doesn’t feel like a big pile of goo sloshing around in my skull. I suspect an early night will be in order.
This morning was a balmy forty-five degrees. We ended up taking our jackets off for more than half the route. It was a lovely little taste of spring — in January! We should be buried in snow and yesterday it rained all day long. Weird. I’m tellin’ you folks, Mother Earth has some serious pangs goin’ on. Tomorrow we are back to normal with highs in the teens. That is going to suck.
But I am making this sound much worse than it is. Actually, I am a morning person. We both are. Mr. Knittiot is up by 4:00 am, and I follow sometime around 5:30 (or whenever he gets around to bringing me my coffee in bed — yes, I am a princess, but what can I do, he insists). And it is something that my sweetie and I can do to help make ends meet in what could become a somewhat trying couple of months. Because on Monday we received the oh so appreciated gift of a pink slip from sweetie’s employer, which is a story for another day.
So, we are fastening our seat belts and preparing for the proverbial bumpy ride. In a stroke of fate, the route opened up the day after he was let go and is right in our neighborhood. We had put ourselves on the waiting list for a route in our neighborhood about a week beforehand, just thinking we’d grab a Sunday route if there was one available. You know, try to make a little extra cash. Get caught up on a few things. The route that opened up is 7 days a week, which, as it turns out, is a great thing!
All in all, things will work out for the best. It was a vile soul-sucking job, and I am so happy to have my smiley (and more relaxed — despite the worries of finding another job) sweetie back!
On the knitting front, I have been working away on a shawl (pictures to follow later when it is light out and I can take decent pictures of my progress). But now I am mostly thinking about all the cold weather gear I can knit up to make the paper route a warmer experience. I may have to be on a bit of a yarn diet for awhile, but I’m sure I’ll manage to find something in my stash to keep me busy.