Why is it that the bed is always at its maximum comfort level when the alarm goes off? The temperature is always perfect, the sheets are nice and cool, the husband has stopped snoring, the dog has re-positioned himself so that he's not crowding anyone, and just when the bed has reached an optimum level -- beep, beep, beep!
Well, this morning I chose to snuff out the alarm and continue to enjoy the bed; I suppose any halo I may desire will have to wait because now I have to do my run this evening.
Oh well, no biggie. I can't be good every day. That would get tiresome, and you guys may suspect I was taken over by cyborgs.
In other news...does anyone want to volunteer to teach for me today? I don't want to go (would prefer to spend all day in that lovely bed), and I think it's going to be one of those days that requires a few extra cups of coffee because I'm feeling slow as molasses this morning. Okay, deep breath...I only have 5 more days of the semester: I can do it! But extra coffee will most certainly be necessary.