5am at Blair

I wake up before the sun. My dad always says, “when the going gets tough, the tough get going.”

Make no mistake: no one here is happy. In an emergency, you leave the house in the same way. You don’t panic and forget to lock the door. You don’t run down the building’s stairwell hoping the windows aren’t about to shatter. You take your time. Maybe it’s the same thing with the rest of my life. I make calculated, measured movements. Something I don’t want to change.