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Where was Sasha when I needed her?
Jun. 2nd, 2005 02:32 pmOne of my thoughts this morning as I rushed to get ready for work. See, I was blissfully sleeping and slowly waking up- thinking how nice it was to do so leisurely. Then I slowly rolled over to check the clock. I was quite surprised to see that the numbers were 7:49. I am supposed to be at work at numbers 8:00 and it takes 22 minutes to drive there.
So are we seeing the problem?
The Beau once again proved indispensable- making my lunch while I got myself ready to go. And ready to go I was at numbers 8:03. I did pause long enough to call in to let them know that I would be late- and the person on the other end of the phone laughed.
Normally the Grey Beast gets restless at around 6:30ish am. She's hungry and would like breakfast NOW please. I even went so far as to put the squirt bottle on the headboard in case she was too much of a PITA- as she was yesterday morning. But no... not this morning when the alarm didn't go off. Instead she was calmly sleeping on my feet wondering why the sudden movement...
Cats.
I think my subconscious was aware that I was over sleeping- in my dream there were two cats that were wanting to be fed- so my Aunt Lora was going to feed them (assuring me that the cats owner wouldn't mind). The funny bit was earlier in the dream I was this young Indian (female) soccer player. Apparently I was pretty good- and I met up with my hubby (the Beau disguised as Becks and he was oh so proud of his soccer-playing wifey) and we were heading down the theater steps and down a hall- which is where we met up with my Aunt Lora.
So... the day has seemed perpetually off- I was late to work and my routine was off schedule, and thus has been the rest of the day. Good thing it's almost over. :)
So are we seeing the problem?
The Beau once again proved indispensable- making my lunch while I got myself ready to go. And ready to go I was at numbers 8:03. I did pause long enough to call in to let them know that I would be late- and the person on the other end of the phone laughed.
Normally the Grey Beast gets restless at around 6:30ish am. She's hungry and would like breakfast NOW please. I even went so far as to put the squirt bottle on the headboard in case she was too much of a PITA- as she was yesterday morning. But no... not this morning when the alarm didn't go off. Instead she was calmly sleeping on my feet wondering why the sudden movement...
Cats.
I think my subconscious was aware that I was over sleeping- in my dream there were two cats that were wanting to be fed- so my Aunt Lora was going to feed them (assuring me that the cats owner wouldn't mind). The funny bit was earlier in the dream I was this young Indian (female) soccer player. Apparently I was pretty good- and I met up with my hubby (the Beau disguised as Becks and he was oh so proud of his soccer-playing wifey) and we were heading down the theater steps and down a hall- which is where we met up with my Aunt Lora.
So... the day has seemed perpetually off- I was late to work and my routine was off schedule, and thus has been the rest of the day. Good thing it's almost over. :)
