i’m blessed to live near a rooster who has a problem with his circadian rhythm. Or, maybe it is more accurate to say he is blessed to live near me because anyone else would have strangled him by now. He crows when it feels “morning-ish”: 1 am, 3 am, or continuously between 4 and 5:30 for good measure. Today he overslept–what, were you tired?–and decided to wake the world at the ripe hour of 8:49. This instigates thought.
Timing is a big deal. Too early doesn’t always work, and too late has consequences. Combine them and people can’t rely on you. Might as well lose your voice, your potency.
Sorry, but it looks to me like we may have ignored the early warners who crowed about America’s course. We were sleeping and they droned too often about things that were not yet occurring. And now, crowing, at 8:49? Yes, we know, we know…
(What the hens must think!)
