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Dear Bradshaw,

When the alarm went off this morning I was in a coma, buried beneath ten thousand tons of dream. As far as I’m concerned there’s nothing more jolting than being jerked out of a deep sleep. One second your mind and body are in a state of profound peace and fathomless tranquility, and then, the next instant, time to get up and go… NOW!

You know me, Shaw, once that alarm goes off (at 5:55am, mind you) game time begins: pull-ups, push-ups, sit-ups, and then 30 minutes cycling. Since buying that stationary bicycle three years ago, I’ve ridden over 5000 miles, which is more or less like riding from Los Angeles to New York and then back to Los Angeles, which is quite a feat if you think about it because, of course, I live in Rome.

Believe it or not, the hardest part of my day is getting out of bed in the morning. The last thing I want to do is the first thing I do do. Let me tell you, man, for me the alarm is agony, an affliction. Waking to an alarm clock is like being trampled by a herd of stampeding elephants. It flattens me, snaps me in half psychologically. As if being dragged by the roots from a dream is not enough, once I’m awake and realize I have to cope with reality, my mind malfunctions. No time to think. No chance to consider what I want or would like to do which, naturally, is to stay in bed and fall back to sleep. Instead, I get up. I get going. NOW!

How glorious if I could sleep every morning until my mind and body woke of their own accord. In fact, that’s how I imagine heaven to be. No angels. No gardens. Just waking at one’s leisure, eternally. Meanwhile, who’s living that life? I’d like to shake hands, get autographs.

Then again, maybe being human isn’t so complicated. After all, I have no control over anything, not the wind, not the rain, not the actions of anyone else. Coincidentally, the only thing I can control is my attitude. Attitude is everything, isn’t it? So why worry?

Why? Well, because school starts at 9am, and I’m a teacher. Duty calls, and somebody’s gotta bring home the bacon (never mind that I’m a vegetarian). Life is life, of course, i.e. important, and I’m trying not to let it pass me by. Meanwhile, it is and it isn’t, but mostly it isn’t, and that’s a good thing, I guess.

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