I would have to say that I've been a morning person for many years.
T was as well.
The only problem now is that mornings represent the time when I'm the saddest and inundated with thoughts of "I woulda, coulda, shoulda."
It's always the same early time of the day and still dark outside.
The best way to stop the flood of emotions is to turn on my bedroom light.
As soon as I do that Dwight starts to lick whatever part of my body he can to remind me that it's time to start the day and more importantly to let him out to pee.