My father was always having a cup of coffee (and – sadly – an unfiltered Camel cigarette) by 4:30 a.m. every morning before going to work. Naturally, the rest of the household was slumbering and dreaming (hopefully Sweet Dreams).
Daddy was always leaving little notes on the kitchen table for Mother.
This man would be at work by 5:00 a.m. (at the latest) and home for a quick lunch (generally about 11:30) and would work until the newspaper was ‘put to bed’ and hours after that. Every day. Every single day.