In Which H is Remarkable: a Shabbos Tale

This shabbos, H motivated himself and got up quite early to go to the local hashkama minyan (the idea is to pray early in the morning, which is described as being the best way to do so in our literature, because there is merit in performing mitzvot as early as possible, a similar reason to why brises are generally done in the morning)- in this case, a shabbat minyan starting at 7am.

So, he gets up, and gets going. I get a kiss goodbye- I'm still basically asleep. He says it's 6:30. He goes to shul- all is dark, and the door is locked. He stands and waits outside for quiet a while. Finally, someone walks by, and he asks for the time- it's 5:55. He misread the clock, and had actually gotten up at 5:30, not 6:30.

So he sat and read for an hour until shul started. Then, after shul, rather than going home and going to sleep, he came to where I daven, and sat with me through all of shul.

Now I'm replaying a similar sort of thing, having gone to bed rather late last night (after a lovely going away party for jabenami, and waking up at 6am. The difference is- I think I'll go keep H company soon, by virtue of "napping"- he hasn't woken up yet.