Not a good start to the day...

For reasons I do not understand, my alarm clock didn’t go off this morning. When I checked, it was set for 7:45 AM, like normal. And, yet…nothing.

I woke up at 9:12, and only then because I could hear the Toolson’s yelling at Jet in the driveway.

I hate oversleeping, because nothing makes any sense:

My Brain – “9:12? Why does the clock say 9:12? That can’t be right. I’ll check my cell phone. Hmmmmm…9:13. Wait, 9:13! I was supposed to be at work 13 minutes ago. Sh*t!”

Leaping out of bed in nothing short of a frenzy, I somehow managed to feed the dogs, dress myself, and get my stuff loaded into the car by 9:25. I was at work six minutes later.

And, yet, I am not awake. I think it has something to do with the fact that I was sound asleep in my bed less than an hour ago. My body may be moving, but my mind is still very much asleep. And I have a meeting that starts in less than three minutes that I need to be very much awake for.

Thank goodness for coffee…