5:40? You’re up at 5:04? Egads!!!!!!!!! Sleep in Saturday and Sunday. Go into a coma. Rise at the first smell of bacon and fresh baked crumb cake. Put on your iPod, dial up some Miles Davis, wear your safari hat, and float in the pool with a pina colada in one hand and a Corona in the other. Don’t get out of the pool until you catch the odor of hamburgers sizzling on the grill. Find a lawn chair and take an afternoon siesta. I’ll wake you when its time to get dressed for dinner. 5:04?
My Dad, via email, complaining that I get up too early on weekends.