The Blogmeister has a job (stop laughing, I really do) that demands he roll out of bed somewhere around 5:30 am each morning. Which means that, if he wants 7-8 hours of sleep, nighty-night needs to happen between 9:30 and 10:30.

Most evenings this is no big deal. I have, after all, been up since before the sun came up, I worked all day and am sufficiently tired. Add a nice dinner and a nicer pinot noir into the mix and zzzzzzz.

Except Tuesdays in the spring and the fall. These present a much larger challenge and I bet I’m not the only one that this happens to. Instead of “get home and have a relaxing dinner”, Tuesday is “get home, have dinner, go to rehearsal.” Therein lies the problem. You see, singing is fun. Singing with friends is more fun. Singing awesome and challenging music (usually in languages I don’t speak) is even more fun.

So you spend a couple hours tightening up the fun spring and then head home and all thoughts of sleep are gone. That spring is too tight because the joy of music just makes it happen. There are lots of other after-work activities that keep you off the couch (a good movie, the Thursday night poker game, a show at Manoa Valley Theatre, etc.) but nothing seems to jack things up as much as singing. All of a sudden the late news is long gone and I’m looking at my watch thinking 5:30 is going to come entirely too soon and I’m gonna need to double-scoop the coffee filter.

Am I complaining? Absolutely not. Tuesday nights are magic and the energy that they bring carries on into the rest of the week. Like the rest of the gang, I love to sing. If we didn’t, we wouldn’t be there. Let Wednesday mornings be a little blurry, it’s worth it.

Of course, there’s a simple way to fix this sort of thing but an Ambien and two shots of a good anejo tequila introduces a level of Wednesday morning blurry that can last well into the lunch hour.

No bueno.