If you enjoy writing but don’t have an ongoing project, there are many places where you can find writing prompts in order to flex your creative muscles. In signing up for BlogHer, I agreed to receive emails including a daily idea on what to write about.

Last week, one of the prompts was: What is Your Favorite Hour of the Day?

I have two favorite hours right now.

The first has always been a favorite. 6:30-7:30am.

I am a morning person. Waking up later than 6am on a week day is akin to stealing from the collection plate; it feels sinfully good at the moment but I will pay and pay later.

By 6:30 I have had a cup of coffee. I’m ready for a second cup, some breakfast, and to start to prepare for the day. Since I wake early, this hour of chores and preparation can be done leisurely with room for add-ons, waylays, and wardrobe malfunctions.

Although this thoughtful time is my practical circadian rhythm at work, it feels decadent that I am never rushing out the door, hair unbrushed and lunch to be purchased at the diner. (Although sometimes my taste buds wish otherwise – DJ’s makes a great turkey Rueben.)

On the opposite end of the spectrum, a new favorite hour of mine is 8-9 at night.

I am slowly adapting to Wisconsin winter. (Oh, you don’t think I should use the “W” word before December? It’s snowing, 27 degrees, with a wind chill factor making it feel like 14. Call it what you want. I’m calling it winter. Might even capitalize it if I’m feeling frisky/frostbitten.)

Whether I moved to Wisconsin or Alabama (Let’s discuss which would be more culture shock!) worse than the temperature change for me is the time change. I should feel more centrally located but I don’t. I still call friends in FL thinking they are on the same schedule as me. And I should be more centered, what with this being a life dream and all. But instead I’m very thrown off that dark ‘o thirty occurs here before PBS switches from Sesame street to Sixty Minutes.

I am, however, slowly adapting. It’s a great asset that I only work until 2pm so I drive home in daylight with still an hour or two to spare. And last week I really enjoyed taking an evening exercise class. It got me out of the house at an odd hour and reminded me life can occur after dark.

But the best adapting I’m doing is to enjoy a winding down time in the evening. From 8pm on, I feel like it’s extra hours in the day. The clocking striking 8 reminds me of evening chores I’ve slacked off on. It’s still early; I still have time before I turn into a pumpkin.

Better yet, if I am all dish-washed and laundry-sorted, this is my time to completely vegetate. I can surf blogs, watch YouTube, play sill games on my phone. And even if I indulge for an entire hour, it’s still a quite decent early-to-bed time.

Even better yet, if I all caught up and have no interest in entertainment, once the little hand is on the eight and the big hand is on the twelve I have decided it is completely reasonable to slip off to bed.


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