Thursday, August 07, 2008

I rarely oversleep. Oops.

The bad thing about working from home only part of the week is those days you actually have to go in. For several years now I’ve gotten into the habit of waking up at the right time to get ready for work. I just don’t need an alarm clock. Apparently my body got used to waking up at the right time for working from home. At 8:40 I open my eyes and check my watch. Shit. I jump out of bed, waver a bit as my brain gets used to the idea of being upright, and start getting dressed. My honey, sweetheart that she is, goes to cook up an egg for me while I put on my shoes and rinse out my mouth real quick. I throw a box of cereal into a plastic bag and rush off. I love finger-combable short hair. A few rakes during the stoplights and I’m presentable. I think.

I was only 10 minutes late today. Not bad for oversleeping.