This is Wednesday, so if you are part of the working world, this is probably hump day for you. No, that doesn’t mean getting frisky with the receptionist in the supply closet; it means that your work week is half over.
Even though we are not retired and run our business from the road, we don’t have a hump day. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever had a hump day. When you run a small-town newspaper, it’s often a seven day a week job, and many times those days run twelve or fourteen hours or more. Several nights a week would find me covering town council meetings, planning and zoning commission meetings, school activities, or some other community event. I always told people that I only made minimum wage, but I got a whole lot of overtime every week! 🙂
For nonworking RVers, hump day doesn’t matter. In fact, I know a lot of them who never seem to know what day of the week it is. Their schedule might be, “It must be Sunday because America’s Funniest Home Videos are on,” or “It’s Thursday night, time for Mike and Molly.” I know a lot of them that don’t even wear a wristwatch. Then again, I guess you don’t need one if you have a cell phone in your pocket all the time. It will tell you what time it is if you have to be someplace at a certain time. And if you don’t have to be, who cares what time it is?
Time is a funny thing for fulltime RVers and snowbirds. I know some who never set the alarm clock, who go to sleep when they feel like it and wake up when they do, and don’t worry about time. I also know a lot of them who seem to still be locked into their old working schedules, they’re up at 6 AM every morning, and in bed by 10 PM.
Then you have people like Terry and me, who are night owls and seldom get to bed before 1:30 or 2 AM, and quite often 3 AM. Which means, of course, we don’t wake up very early. Unless we are traveling or have an appointment, we are almost never out of bed before 9 AM, and 10 or 11 o’clock is not unheard of.
It’s always amazed me how many of the early birds take offense to our schedule. More than once, someone has said to us, “It’s about time you got up, you wasted half the day.” Hey, I don’t complain when they go to bed so early, or that they’re up making noise and disturbing me early in the morning. What’s that all about?
Fortunately, some of our best friends seem to have the same schedule we do. I know I can call Greg White at midnight without fear of waking him up. The same for our pals Tom and Barbara Westerfield, or Charles and Chris Yust. Maybe that’s why we are such good friends, our biorhythms are in sync or something.
Terry and I have to start weaning ourselves away from our regular schedule in the next week or so and going to bed earlier, so we can start waking up earlier. Otherwise we’re going to have a hard time adjusting to the early hours ahead of us at our Ohio Gypsy Journal Rally.
Speaking of the rally, yesterday we e-mailed or snail mailed rally information letters to everybody who is registered. I also uploaded the new issue of the Gypsy Journal and sent the link to our digital subscribers. Now I guess I had better go to bed and start that weaning process I wrote about.
Thought For The Day – It’s easier to fool people than to convince them that they have been fooled. – Mark Twain