Seriously - the rosy light of dawn?

Well, yeah, when I've been up since 4:30 because the setting moon lit up the bedroom like the scene of a prison break, which started the black cat purring, which woke the puppy who, when she jumped up on the bed, sounded like she was having so much fun that the big dog had no choice but to jump up too, which brought the crabby gray cat running, yelling foodnowfoodnowFOODRIGHTNOWDAMNIT, the four of them like some crazed and furry Rube Goldberg machine with the end result that the dogs and I were at Bluff Park in the dark without coffee because I can't operate heavy equipment before daylight. So yes, the rosy freaking light of dawn.