Morning. It's been a rough start. Systems are not working.
I woke up at 4:30 a.m., and was very happy to know I had another hour to sleep. Then, at 6:46 a.m., when my eyes opened, I wondered what in the hell had happened.
My alarm didn't go off at 5:30.
Wait - I thought maybe my eyes were crossed, and I didn't see the time correctly. I never oversleep. I always hear my alarm. I looked at my phone again.
6:46 on the dot. I looked at another clock. Yep. 6:46. Checked the Blackberry. Same.
By then, I was up and rummaging through my closet when I realized the coffee maker didn't make at 5:30. I went back through the whole time check process. 6:51.
I packed my lunch, (I made soup last night, and I'm happy to report that it's good stuff. Very good.), grabbed my gym bag, and bundled up.
Of course, I couldn't find my gloves. I can never find my gloves. Where do they go? It's a 300 sq. ft. apartment.
I was out the door by 7:02. I regrouped during my workout. Things appeared in order until I cut myself shaving. Why so much blood for such a little nick? Why?
And now I'm here at my desk. All week people have been bringing me cookies. Homemade cookies. Fancy cookies. Buttery cookies. When the first batch arrived on Monday, I ate all of them before lunch. More arrived in the afternoon, and I ate more.
These people are sweet, and they need to stop.
Because I can't.