PA was a lark. The PR and I are owls. He'd be in bed by 8 p.m. at the latest. We'd still be bopping around at 2 or 3 a.m. He'd be up no later than 5. Life is simpler without larks. Note that we still try to get to bed no later than 11 p.m. because the rest of the world insists on early morning appointments.