I'm skipping days because I'm the boss.
I hate waking up. I am not an early-bird. Ideally, I want to sleep so late that there is not even a hint of morning left. This is very conducive with having small children, teaching school, or maintaining any degree of viable employment.
I like taking walks late at night when my neighborhood is silent. I like places that stay open late, and I like crawling into bed at 4 am after talking until sentences don't make sense.
Some of my best friends are night owls. I think everyone should have a list of people they can call past midnight, knowing they will answer fully awake-the the TV playing in the background, and the sound of food cooking.
Why are you making spaghetti at 3 am?
I was hungry, do you want to come over?
For the record, I'm mostly reformed now. I don't stay up late unless it's the weekend, and it has to be really good spaghetti.
One particularly messyterribleshitishittingthefanwinter I survived solely because my neighbors kept their Christmas lights up extra long.
They had a flag pole in their back yard. Which they wrapped in a single strand of twinkle lights. At the top, they left a second strand of lights in an enormous tangled knot. I think it was supposed to be a star?
It looked very, very, stupid. I loved it.
I loved that flying-spaghetti-monster star, and I loved that they didn't take it down after Christmas was over, or after New Year's, or after Valentine's Day.
I'd look at it from my kitchen window every morning as I got ready for work while it was still dark.
I'd see it every night when I came home from work in the dark.
I saw it even when my jeans fell off my hips and dark circles made a permanent home under my eyes.
I told myself I could keep getting up and keep coming home as long as I could see that mangled star shining a few yards over.
When I noticed it was gone, it was spring.