Clocky got me out of bed at 7 AM this morning. I haven't seen 7 AM in ages. It really isn't the best way to wake up: a huge GASP and a leap and a shot of adrenaline because it is SO loud and so startling. It's just after 9 and I've had my breakfast of steel-cut oats, I've straightened my hair, and I've puttered quite a bit.
It is effective! I saw the sunrise.
It is terrifying and horribly unpleasant, though. Oreo is traumatized by it.