Unfortunately, bedtime slipped to nearly 10 p.m. Monday night, but I told myself it was fine — I'm used to getting by on about six hours of sleep anyway. When the alarm went off, I again leapt into action. As a creature of habit, I like keeping to a schedule, and I was eager to exercise, shower, and settle down to work.
This was the day, though, when I noticed a distressing trend about my eating habits while on the Tim Cook schedule. I am not generally much of a breakfast person. Sometimes I'll have a breakfast bar, but that's about it. But when you get out of bed at 3:45 a.m., lunch is eight long hours away.
On both Monday and Tuesday, I had noticeable hunger pangs, and took a break around 7 a.m. for breakfast. But I wasn't done — by 10 a.m., my stomach was growling again and I snacked some more. It might be purely psychological — if lunch is just four or five hours after the work day starts, I can wait it out. But eight hours demands a worrisome number of snack breaks.
On the other hand, I discovered that waking up at 3:45 a.m. on the West Coast is an extraordinary advantage for folks like me who need to communicate with people in New York. Usually, when I open Outlook at 8 a.m., it's already 11 a.m. on the East Coast, and I'm playing catch up with email sent to me hours earlier. I don't like feeling a step behind, which is something else that typically ratchets up my anxiety during the day.
But today I realized that if I rescheduled my morning, I could take a break to manage email around 6 a.m., which lets me send morning email before many East Coasters even show up to the office. Getting up early levels the time-zone playing field, and that's awesome.
Unfortunately, there was no 8:30 p.m. (or even 10 p.m.) bedtime for me today. Thanks to a show for which I'd been holding reservations for weeks, I didn't get home until 11 p.m. With an energy level too low to be measured by modern science, I crashed a half hour later.