Having most mornings off is a mixed blessing. I’m not very productive in the morning if I stay at home. I fritter away my time, stay in front of the TV too long, get sucked into online shopping deals, and generally make poor use of my day. Back when I worked retail, I preferred morning shifts, even if it meant getting to the store at 6:00 AM, because I knew that I would actually be motivated to get stuff done after work.
A usual solution for me is to physically relocate. Starbucks has made no money off of me this year, as I frequently go there for the free Wi-Fi and a $2.47 venti bold. I can nurse that puppy over the course of two-and-a-half-hours while I kill their bandwidth doing course work.
I could, instead, clean the house (as my wife has suggested) but there is something soul destroying about cleaning, and I keep telling her that to start off the day having scrubbed toilets is to doom my students to a broken teacher in the afternoon. I’ll clean in the evening, when I can then legitimately have a beer to celebrate a sparkling bowl, but what can I have to celebrate before noon? An omelet? Please.