The grass was not wet with dew this morning. If I were my old early-riser self - in bed by eleven and up by seven - I could have enjoyed a comfy mow. Instead, I am an up past midnight and lucky to be up by 8:30. If it were simply a matter of choice, I would definitely prefer to be the early-riser, especially since my late-evening hours are such brain-dead hours anyway: after nine o'clock I may as well be sleeping for all that I can meaningfully get done with my reading and writing, or even my chess-playing.