I got going this morning at 5:38. Not too bad considering that was without my alarm clock. I have a wonderful alarm clock that was a gift from my parents a few holidays ago. It projects the time on the ceiling, changes time zones and connects with the world clock to keep accurate. Of course, if the clock is not displaying the correct time zone, it really doesn't help me. On more than one occasion, someone (and I honestly don't mean me) has clicked the zone button so I am sleepily dreaming on West Coast time. (It wouldn't be so bad if this were true since I have a brother and sister who live in that time zone.)
In any case, this morning I was thrilled when I rolled over and the clock said 2:32. I did a mental high-five and rolled over. Then something (thankfully) cut through my haze of sleepiness... Sure enough, it was 2:32... on the West Coast... meaning I had already overslept. Ugh. My temptation then was to *start* tomorrow, but my conscious got the best of me. That and my dog, Lucy, barking to go out. (I am not sure if it was the disgrace of being a slacker or thought of cleaning up dog poop that was the bigger motivation.)
So I was up and downstairs by 5:38. Dog let out, coffee brewing and I even drank 16 ounces of water. (And ate 4 chocolate chip cookies... I did say baby steps.) Now it is 6:23 and in flagrant disregard of my time constraints, I am listening to Radio Paradise (only the best Internet radio station, ever) and blogging instead of showering. In an effort to not start this morning in any worse form than most of my mornings, I am off to hit the shower and *get a few things done* before I dash out the door. Hope your day goes as planned too!
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