If today were a real class day, I would have missed my 8.30 class. I woke up at 8.45, the earliest I had done in the last few months. My mother looked at me while I poured tea, and said that I have a long way to go.
There I was, telling kids that the "early to bed, early to rise" blah by Jefferson or whomever was a sham, and it's coming back to haunt me.
Long live idleness!