I hesitate to say this, but I am an evening primrose. I bloom at night. My wife is a daylily. She blooms at dawn. She is early to bed, off to Sleepyland at mid-evening, marching to the drum of drowsy chickens. I awake slowly each morning, still stunned by sleep, my brain at a low ebb. Words are hard to remember. My wife is a day person. Her time tendencies run at odds to mine. She begins her day popping out of bed wide awake, immediately in full command of her brain with the words pouring out of her at a peppy pace, confusing a groggy husband still running on half a brain/Bill Hall, Lewiston Tribune. More here.

Question: Areyou a night owl or a morning person?