I think there are really some morning people, and night people? I can barely muster the energy to get into my car and point it towards work. If I camped, I would be the first one eaten by a Sabertooth Tiger. I quit a job because they required me there an hour earlier than other shops. Even if I have a playmate over--hands off until I wake up. Sorry Miss Simms--it wasen't you, I was tired.