I may be onto something here. I found it very easy, two days in a row, to wake up when the alarm went off at 7, get dressed and arrive early to an 8:30 training.
At home, it’s nearly impossible to get out of bed on the first try. Even after I’ve gotten up, taken Isis out and eaten a bowl of cereal, I still want to crawl back in bed. Because it’s a snuggly bed, with Isis and Rob in it.
But in a sleazy motel, there’s nothing to entice me to stay in bed. Or even in the room. So if we are to maximize productivity, we should mandate that everyone live alone, with no pets, in tiny, impersonal motel-like rooms, with no company except the TV.
Or, maybe there’s more to life than leaping out of bed and starting one’s day.