I've got the morning news headline addiction. In hotels, I do that weird thing where I count how many doors there are to the fire escape, in case the hallway gets filled with smoke during a blaze. And I bring my coffee to work in a Thermos, the tall kind with a mug on top.

It's obvious. I've turned into my father.

This morning proved it. I woke up before 6 a.m., mostly to hit the farmer's market before everyone else walked away with the quality produce. Plus, we're getting into melon season, and I wanted a few good cantelope.

Let's pause here to reflect on just how crazy that is for me.

There used to be days that I wouldn't crawl home until 6 a.m. And cantelope, schmantelope. All I needed were some greasy fries and a handful of Advil.

Now I'm waking up before 6 a.m., and I'm all "Woo, fruit."

I've inherited my dad's produce insanity.

However, my dad never went skydiving after his treks to the farmer's market -- and that's exactly what I'm leaving to do right now.

Blue skies, friends. Have a great weekend.

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