Apparently a “new normal” to me is to wake up at 4:45 am. It’s definitely strange coming from a person who could easily sleep ten hours and still feel that it wasn’t enough. But…I’ll take it. I have always wanted to be a morning person. People who really get stuff done tend to be early risers, so if my weird perimenopausal hormones have decided that 4:45 am is now a thing, so be it.

Anyhow, I woke up at the crack of 4:45 this morning and decided I was going to write a blog post since I haven’t posted a thing since…well, whenever that was. I got my old Paleolithic era laptop and crank started it turned it on. It’s a Chromebook, so it asked for my Google password straight off the bat. Well, I had been through this before; a month ago to be exact. I couldn’t remember my password. At ALL. Surely there was a way to sign in for people who forget their passwords, make another password and then forgets THAT password immediately. And yes, I do write down my passwords but it is in an inconvenient place at 5 am, and I refuse to be inconvenienced before 10 am. I tried for fifteen minutes to see if I could “see” it somewhere, but no. You have to make ANOTHER password, which was the very last thing I wanted to do, but I was forced into it. I won’t tell you what it is, but it was created in anger and hormonal rage.

I am sure to forget it by tomorrow.

Here I sit, forty minutes later, inconvenienced, frustrated, and angry that I had to create another forgettable password and I can’t even remember the story I came here to write about.

So far, getting up early hasn’t lead to increased productivity. I will report back soon.