In the central time zone in the USA, daylight saving time came this morning at 1:59.59 AM.

One second later, my MacBook clock took away the hour it had given us last fall.

After taking this photo, I heard human sounds outside our corner street house. I went out on the back stoop and peered over the railing as the voices came from the street in front of the house. Three young people, two men and a woman, had exited a car. It looked as if one may have been sick. They were chatting amiably, so I left them to their privacy. But not before swinging in the other direction and taking this photo. It looks like my neighbor Ismael may also be up.

Or, like my young friends, perhaps he’s not been down yet. I, on the other hand, went to bed around 8 pm standard time.

I love getting up early. For about fifty years, my engine has revved up around 4 a.m. I woke up earlier this morning because I wanted to document the change in time.

My brother Pat, who is 70 and six years younger and, like me, retired, rises every day at 2:30 for a part-time job monitoring drivers delivering organs and medicine to local hospitals.

We come by this naturally as our mom organized her Catholic parish’s breakfast after the 6 am mass until she was 90.

Whenever someone says, “I wish I had your willpower,” I’m quick to reply this habit has nothing to do with character.

It’s how our bodies work.

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