It’s 5:30 in the morning and the sun is still sleeping in California. Yet the two-hit combo punch of a daylight savings time change and a time zone swap are disrupting my ability to sleep during the regular hours of everyone else.

Yesterday I took a day of vacation to pull myself away from everything. At home I frequently tackle more than I should in my free time, and I felt it would be good to get away for a day to just sit and breathe — to watch the world for a few minutes instead of soaring through it. And I did — sitting by the pool I thought about nothing but the texture of my pool chair, and on my run I imagined myself eating dinner in each of the restaurants I trotted by.

But the next morning, I’m ready to go. This morning seems to be moving too slow; it feels like there isn’t enough to do. My breakfast today is composed of leftover italian bread and fruit — items from the day before that are proving essential in my early-morning TEFASBB (too early for anyone to serve breakfast blues). Aside from a few things constantly on my mind, there’s nothing left for the all American daydream. It’s time to start the week.

With that, and a stomach full of bread, I’m off to the gym.