Now I'm Thinking Maybe I Should Have Just Stayed in Bed.

I think this is going to be one of Those Days. It started when I woke up well over an hour before I needed to be awake. Oh, good, I thought. I can get up now, have a nice leisurely cup (OK, three cups) of coffee, read my e-mail, and generally take my time. Which is how I like waking up in the morning, except that I don't like doing it early in the morning. Which is why, when I'm on morning shift, I set my alarm clock for the last possible moment that'll allow me to get to work on time. Which is actually kind of stressful. Anyway, I then, of course, failed to actually get up. It was dark and cold outside the bed, after all, and warm and cozy in it... I ended up drifting in and out of not very good sleep until the alarm screamed in my ear. At which point I started kicking myself, because I probably would have felt much better after an hour of good wakefulness than I did after an hour of bad sleep.

So I got up and got in the shower, and I'd just gotten my hair all good and lathered up with shampoo when I suddenly experienced the sudden conviction that I'd forgotten to turn the coffeepot on. Which, believe me, would have been a major crisis for me. So I got out of the shower, dripped water everywhere, went to the coffeepot... and discovered that I had, in fact, turned it on, and the coffee-making was proceeding normally.

And then, when I was finally ready to go to work and had actually gotten into my car, it suddenly occurred to me that I had forgotten my mp3 player, which I like to listen to when I'm hanging tapes. I debated with myself for a moment, then sighed and went back in the house, tracking mud across the kitchen floor (to go with the water, I guess) to get the thing. At which point I realized, of course, that, no, it was already in the car, just in the other backpack-pocket from the one I had checked.

I'm really hoping this pattern doesn't keep up...