The early bird falls to the ground. . .asleep

With my new position I have moved to a sunrise shift. . . 6 am start. This means I start getting ready at 4:30 am. With this adjustment I have shift lag. . . in the business world this is the shift equivalent of jet lag. I have chemically augmented my mornings to keep drool from ruining my ergonomic keyboard.

This reminded me of the yeah so many years ago when I started attending Priesthood meetings at 7 am. I was accustomed to my church meetings on a three hour block schedule starting at 9 am or noon. Now I was experiencing church lag.

Sunday after Sunday and would sit next to my future father-in-law with intravenous caffeine, toothpicks, and electric shockers in an effort to osmotically absorb the lesson. All of this to no avail. It would start with eye popping starts, then the rubberneck head-bob, then the pontificating head lean. I could not stay awake!

One magic meeting I am progressing through my sleep deprivation regime when I woke up tumbled on the floor, looking up at Bill's belly bouncing in laughter at my spill. The whole Elder's quorum is looking at me and there was the twittering of snickers throughout the room. What can I say. . . The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak.