Two things have become apparent over the past week:
1. It doesn’t matter if I go to bed at 11pm or at 2am, I don’t want to get up at 8.
2. The earlier I get up, the more crowded transit is, and the more time I spend waiting for a skytrain or B-Line that I can actually fit on.
This is the thing I most dislike about my current living situation. Things will get better when the weather’s nicer, my cold is gone, and I can bike to work again.
