In my younger years I foolishly thought I was a night owl and hooted until my throat was raw. In my mid 30's I ended up with a job that required me to show up at 7:00 a.m. I thought it would kill me, but it turns out that I really do my best work in the wee early hours of the mornings and by about 10:00 a.m. I lose that fine focus.
So if everyone's up late hooting, I'll be resting up to make best use of the pre-dawn and dawn hours in the shaving shed! If Pappy will show me where the coffee makings are, I'll try to get the ball rolling.
I'm already starting to lose sleep in anticipation of losing my never-been-to-a-Tn-Classic status!
