How nice to wake up at 5 o’clock. It’s summer and the sun is already up. You’re free from school/work for another couple of months, and you intend to make the most of them. So you enjoy the first hour of the morning on the balcony with Foucault. When your stomach starts making sounds, you make a cup of coffee for yourself and a couple of cheese sandwiches. You digest them to the sound of the morning news. Nothing happened today – like always in the summer time. You eat the bread and sip the rest of the coffee on the balcony while finishing Foucault. At about 6:30 you start reading a crime novel to the sounds of the birds chirping in the trees. Nice. Maybe it’s time to mount that hammock today? Then it dawns on you: I haven’t gone to bed yet! Darn. Oh well, it was a lovely morning anyways.