pre-caffeinated

Since electricity is dodgy at best in Haiti, most people schedule their days according to the sun. Which means they get up really honkin' early. Of course from the sounds of it they also stay up really late so maybe Haitians just don't sleep. Anyway.

This means that at every place we stayed breakfast was served at 7 AM. Everybody else was up for hours by this time. I, on the other hand, honestly could not tell you my own name at that time of the morning.

So I'm sitting on my bed staring at the room and trying to upload the English program to my brain while BC is "helps" by delivering rapid-fire questions, instructions and commentary. "Those are your pants. Paaaaaaaants. Pants. Do you remember pants? See you can tell they are pants because they have two legs and a waist. You wear them on your legs. You put your feet in first then you pull them up to your waist. You should probably sit down for the feet part and stand up for the waist part. You don't put them on your head because then they wouldn't be pants. Then they'd be a hat." And so on[1].

Eventually I'd get organized enough to finally make it down for breakfast.

"You're funny in the morning," she told me.

"You know," I said "Delayed sleep syndrome is classified as a disability to be accomodated. Do you know you are mocking a disability?"

"Yep."

"I'm so blogging about this."



[1] Paraphrased. Memory also not so functional in the morning.