Best time of the day

My Dad, Robert Loyle Borton (July 4, 1907 - January 7, 1993 ... so this Independence Day would have been a MOMENTOUS time in his life!) was born and raised on a farm, and used to early rising for chores. He used to tell us frequently that "morning is the best time of the day." Evidently I internalized this early. In high school, when my mother was seriously injured in a car accident, I rose early for quite some time to do housework. At boarding school (Interlochen Arts Academy, 1973-75), college (St. Olaf, 1975-79) and graduate school (University of Michigan, 1981-82 and Michigan State University, 1985-87) this pattern continued ... as it did on into my teaching career at Olivet College, where I used to rise regularly at 4 AM in order to prepare lectures. But my accident has pushed it to a whole new level ... I have been unable to sleep soundly since that 1993 event, and am usually up now between, say, 1:30 and 3 AM (give or take a little on both ends), and then up for the day by 5. It's a bit out of the ordinary ... but it IS, I must say, a highly peaceful and productive time!