Eclipse the early-morning pain.

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.


And like all good things in Charleville the cool peeps were there to share a chuckle with.

So this early morning was worth the alarm clock agony. But I think I’ll keep the pre-7am starts for special occasions.