So far, mornings at my new house in Bloomington are the best time of day. Partly because I don't have any classes until after lunch most days, and partly because we have a little breakfast table next to a big window. I don't know that I've ever been much of a morning person; I've typically been a night owl, as most college students are wont to be (I've broken the procrastinate-and-then-freak-out all-nighter habit, though, thank goodness). I usually write best at night, too.
But I'm thinking I could definitely get on board the morning train, be an early bird, catch those morning worms, etc. Not only is it nice to savor the day, fry up an egg, and ease into things, it just feels so good when lunch rolls around and I've already finished half of my to-do list. Appointments are scheduled, papers are graded, and the rest of the day belongs to me. Not that that always happens, of course, but you get the idea. Responsibility. Restfulness. Liking mornings must be a part of growing up.
Plus: every morning holds the possibility of blueberry waffles, hot coffee, or oatmeal. Also: morning people get to go to bed excited because when they wake up, guess what? It's morning!