With the holiday, my work week has been shortened. . . but it sure hasn’t seemed like it. And it all seems to be hitting at once and today, the blessed final day of this work week, hasn’t necessarily gotten off to an auspicious start.
5:01 a.m.: Alarm goes off. Hit snooze and snuggle back in, even though the dog is now sleeping in a way that causes my body to contort in ways it probably shouldn’t. Yet somehow this seems comfortable. . .
5:09 a.m.: Alarm goes off again. Turn it off, thinking “Just 14 or 15 more hours!”
5:10 a.m.: Haul myself out of bed. Make bed. Turn on TV to see if anything newsworthy happened overnight. Discover DVR is recording exercise show on public television, which reminds me that I need to play one of those episodes and do these exercises this morning. Sigh.
5:12 a.m.: Take dog outside.
5:15 a.m.: Feed dog.
5:17 a.m. Start exercise show and begin stretching.
5:45 a.m.: End exercise time. Fix breakfast: scrambled egg, blueberry muffin, orange juice.
6:10 a.m.: Go upstairs to get ready for work.
6:23 a.m.: Comb wet hair. Put on makeup.
6:30 a.m.: Sit on bed looking absent-mindedly at Facebook on iPhone. Realize hair is still wet and that I do have to get to work at some point since the redesigned issue of the magazine is due to the printer TODAY and this day is sure to be long and stressful.
6:32 a.m.: Dry hair. Braid piece in front so that hair isn’t annoying all day and doesn’t get pushed behind my hair, because I hate my hair like that and I do it ALL THE TIME.
6:42 a.m.: Get dressed. Where is that white cami? Ah, here it is. And big belt. And the navy skinny cords, not the gray ones.
6:48 a.m.: Earrings? Necklace? Check.
6:55 a.m.: Phone. Check. Head downstairs. Stash phone in purse. Head to the kitchen.
7:00 a.m: Pack lunch. Peel peach for snack. Fix iced coffee for drive to work.
7:10 a.m.: Turn thermostat up. Turn off lights. Feed treat to dog.
7:15 a.m.: Hit the road for work. Drive in rain. Deal with silly drivers who forget how to drive in rain every time it rains in Nashville.
7:35 a.m.: Arrive at work.
7:40 a.m.: Let’s get this party started. . . . .
So, basically I’m already tired and it’s going to be a very, very long day. At least I have Michael Logen at the lovely Bluebird Cafe to look forward to tonight! 🙂