Friday morning

When the alarm went off this morning, I actually stayed in bed for a few minutes pondering whether I should call in sick (and knowing that I really wouldn’t).

After a few minutes, I got up, headed to the kitchen, took my pills, snorted my Flonase, and started the coffee. I noticed it seemed darker than usual outside. I figured a storm was coming.

I looked at the clock on the microwave. It said 6:15. I looked at the clock on the oven. It also said 6:15.

I get up at 7:15.

Apparently I had dreamed the whole “alarm going off” thing, And I was now awake an hour earlier than I needed to be with no chance of going back to sleep.

Sigh…