I have always been a night owl. Richard was working graveyard when I first met him – which made him a night owl, I guess. He often did not get home until after the boys had gone to school. That was then. It feels like such a long time ago. For he has been an early bird for most of our marriage. And I was too – often getting up with him.
Our roles have changed somewhat. He is the one who stays up late (though he
still gets up early when he is feeling well) and I am the one who retires
before 9:00. What’s up with that?
