My mother got up at 4am for a factory job that started at 7. She would do all her laundry and other chores and still have time to sit the kitchen, reading the paper with the radio on low, with everyone else asleep and the dark outside. It was her "me time"
My version of that is a weekend or WFH summer morning - up before the birds, opening the house and listening to the world wake up while drinking coffee.
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