I hear the phone ring as I drowsily lift my head off the pillow. I notice it’s bright outside… much brighter than it should be. In a panic, I check my alarm clock.
It’s blinking 12:00.
I answer the phone and tell my co-worker that there was a power outage and I’m on my way. While in the kitchen, I glance up at the battery-operated clock on the wall. 10:30. CRAP. An hour late already.
I jump in the shower, shave, dress, and bolt out the door. In all, it took about 30 minutes.
I hate mornings like this.
And how was your day?