Morning Commute / by Jaz Malone

Last fall, I tried picking up an early morning shift at a café. I had no problem working the opening shift 5 days a week only 5 years ago. I don't know what happened when I hit my late twenties, but going to work before the sun is up is brutal now. There are some magical moments: the sound of bike tires on wet pavement after nightly rain, seeing all the other early workers trekking to their jobs, and getting to see the sun rise. They almost made dragging myself out of bed at an ungodly hour worth it. Almost. Not quite. This short comic is for the "almost worth it." 

I'll stick to my current work hours.