I liken getting out of bed in the morning to allowing a rabid dog to lick my face. Loathe it.
Luckily my job occasionally requires early starts and in these cases my steel-like work ethic will propel me from a luscious doona cocoon.
In the ute, to the local observatory and, bam, there’s the eclipse. Funky glasses to block harmful rays were included and a few telescopes showed the moon covering the sun and its black spots – which a helpful guide carefully explained to me are the coolest spots on the sun.
So this early morning was worth the alarm clock agony. But I think I’ll keep the pre-7am starts for special occasions.