I woke up this morning to the sound of birds singing. The light coolness of morning autumn air left the room at a comfortable temperature, and the smell of some past bonfire wafted through my window, creating a nice, earthy aroma. I opened my eyes to the sunlight, which came through the blinds and danced across the floor in happy figures. I sat up, took in a deep breath, an swore loud enough to wake the neighbors dogs, who barked incessantly for nearly fifteen minutes.
Why did I swear, you ask? Because I was supposed to be at work at 7:00am, and I didn’t wake up until 8:30.
Luckily, I made it in by 9:00am. That is the benefit of living less than three miles from work. And also having no hair. Three minutes in the shower, two minutes getting dressed, five minutes in the car, and I was here.
The sad thing is that I was finished with my work by 9:01.