So, nobody knows this. I haven't mentioned it before. If you decide you hate me, I'll understand.
You think I go to be at 2AM, but that's just not the case. I get in my car and drive. It's two and a half hours to the spot, in Central California, which means I arrive at the first crow of the rooster.
The rooster's name is Chet.
I go around taking care of what needs to be taken care of. I milk the cows, fix the shed, plow the fields, chop wood, carry water, feed the chickens, dry the hay.
By six-thirty, I'm done. Then I drive back to the Bay Area, just in time for work.
That's right. I have a secret life. Superhero by day, farmer by night.