You won’t learn this in any books but waking up wasn’t always this easy. Coffee helped to a point. People relied on extreme weather events, invading tribes, angry roosters, and dumb luck to roust them from slumber. All of which had varying degrees of reliability. Getting up was a uniformly confusing and sometimes existential crisis. Was the world ending or was it simply time to feed the piglets? A question many people have asked over the centuries.
Most people had no way of knowing what time it was. You can claim to use the sun, but you can’t exactly look at it. It’s a guessing game for those of us without the benefit of a bureau full of Pateks.
In the last several decades getting up was aided by the generous folks on morning television. These drugged up zombies making crude jokes and putting on a clinic of solicitous that would make the late Larry King uncomfortable. You can call someone vacuous, but to me, that means they have more room for empathy. Everyone’s welcome in there. Gabbing and gossiping. Getting a sense of the news without an understanding of it. That takes skill.
Without morning shows, it’s both difficult to wake up and pointless to do so. These programs of indescribable inanity send us on our way.
The only trouble is that after their final wine-soaked signoff at 10 AM, it’s downhill from there.
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