On waking
This article is mostly bullshit (full disclosure: I use an electric razor and am wholly unconvinced by Crouch's arguments that learning to shave "properly" would somehow make me a better person), but there is one great paragraph nestled within:
There are few experiences of sheer vertiginous despair that can compare to the alarm going off at 4:30 after six hours or so of sleep. The furnace, uninformed of my travel plans, has not yet come on, so the temperature in our bedroom is about 55 degrees. I stumble into the bathroom, shivering, and wince against the light. The hot shower is comforting, but I still feel a vague sickness of fatigue in my stomach and sluggishness in my limbs.
I've had way too many mornings like that, albeit not necessarily at 4:30 in the morning.
There are few experiences of sheer vertiginous despair that can compare to the alarm going off at 4:30 after six hours or so of sleep. The furnace, uninformed of my travel plans, has not yet come on, so the temperature in our bedroom is about 55 degrees. I stumble into the bathroom, shivering, and wince against the light. The hot shower is comforting, but I still feel a vague sickness of fatigue in my stomach and sluggishness in my limbs.
I've had way too many mornings like that, albeit not necessarily at 4:30 in the morning.
