My routine in Roatán usually involved showing up to the dive shop sometime between five-thirty and six in the morning, maybe an hour later if the night beforehand was rough. I've always been an early riser. Combine that with the island heat and the excitement of diving daily, and there was no reason to stay in bed, although Dragon may not have always agreed with me.
One morning near the end of my trip, I decided to paint the tank shed. There was some leftover paint from repainting the boat (not exactly the best color red for a scuba flag, but whatever) and the shed was in dire need of a touchup because salt water just destroys everything in its path.
I put in a solid hour or two, but then it was time to dive, so I passed the torch to Darwin who then passed the torch to Courtney. We ran out of paint before we finished, and somewhere on that shed is a footprint (or two) of mine, but between Darwin and Courtney and myself, we kinda got the job done.