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January 27, 2000
Morning Angst
My morning went something like this:
3:32 a.m. Awakened by cat racing around the house. Put pillow over head and go back to sleep.
3:40 a.m. Awakened by cat reaching up over the side of the bed and punching me in the nose. Whack cat with pillow. Cat decides this is a neat new game and comes back for more.
3:43 a.m. Give up on sleeping, get up and feed the evil cat.
3:47 a.m. "Yes, Smoke, you're a good cat. Yes, I still love you. Please go away."
4:00 a.m. Alarm goes off. Barry has to go to work very very early today.
4:04 a.m. "Honey, are you awake?" "Mmmmph."
4:09 a.m. "Barry, wake up." "Snort."
4:12 a.m. "Barry, you're going to be late. Wake up!" Barry gets up, after giving me a nice sleepy hug. Aww.
4:30 a.m. Cat demands to know why I'm still in bed.
4:32 a.m. Cat decides bed is a pretty nice place to be.
5:50 a.m. Alarm... loud, loud, loud alarm...
6:00 a.m. Finally convince myself that I'm really not sick at all, and therefore I have no excuse to stay home today.
6:00-6:15 a.m. Eat breakfast, then zone out with coffee.
6:30 a.m. "Oh crap, I'm late..." Leap into shower, scrub scrub...
6:40 a.m. Turn off shower, wondering why I have a nagging sense that I've forgotten something. Realize I forgot to wash my hair. Get back in shower.
6:45 a.m. "Aw, nice cat. No, I don't want to play with your fur mousie. Thanks for asking."
6:47 a.m. "Well, okay, we'll play, but just for a minute..."
7:10 a.m. "YIKES! No more playing!"
7:15 a.m. Frantic dressing and toothbrushing.
7:20 a.m. Hear bus go by. Swear quietly.
7:25 a.m. Realize it's very difficult to lace Doc Martens with a cat in your face. It's even harder with a cat dangling from the laces.
7:30 a.m. Decide tying boots really isn't all that important anyway. Rush outside just in time to see next bus roll on by. Swear loudly.
I got to work 15 minutes late, which is unusual for me. I hate being late -- I especially hate it when I arrive to find my boss lurking just inside the door, waiting to grill me on why I'm late. And it's not like I really had a good reason for being late, I just couldn't get moving this morning. I stayed up too late last night (I have insomnia, and I've found that the only thing that keeps me from lying in bed staring at the ceiling all night is staying up late, until I'm really sleepy. But that means I'm a zombie in the morning.) and the cat was being all cute while I was trying to get ready for work. But "My cat was being cute" isn't really a good excuse to give your boss, now is it?
It was nice to check my email this morning and find messages from people who read yesterday's rather lame entry -- Patrick linked to me (yay!) this morning, and some people followed the link. I do love getting email, and I'm curious as to how many people are actually going to look at this site. So please do email me, and let me know what you think, and whether I should keep this little experiment going. Okay?
Posted by Mary Ellen at January 27, 2000 11:10 AM