‘Tis always morning somewhere in the world.
Category: morning
I write in the morning from about eight till noon, and sometimes again a bit in the afternoon. In the morning I start off by going over what I had done the previous day, which my wife has happily typed up for me.
I work out twice a day, once in the morning and once before bed. I’ll start with half an hour of running and then some yoga to stretch everything out so everything is warm.
You can’t be as old as I am without waking up with a surprised look on your face every morning: ‘Holy Christ, whaddya know – I’m still around!’ It’s absolutely amazing that I survived all the booze and smoking and the cars and the career.
You know what I like to do? I love waking up early, making them breakfast, taking them to school, having time in the morning with them. With six kids, it’s like a reality show.
When I wake up at 5 in the morning is it just to jog? Definitely not, I give it all of my efforts.
I put on lip balm first thing in the morning and always use it before I swipe on my red lipstick.
I was lucky because on the morning after the burning of the Reichstag I left my home very early to catch a train to Berlin for the conference of our student organization and that is the only reason why I escaped arrest.
If I don’t fish in the morning, I fish in the evening.
They put me on the shift where they thought I could do the least harm, midnight to eight in the morning. Although the hours were lousy, they were perfect for an apprentice reporter.