March 30, 2006

Nowhere to go but up

If there was a way for me to get my daily horoscope broadcast over my clock radio when the alarm goes off, so that it's the first thing I hear in the morning, I'd be all over that. Mainly because I have a feeling that today's announcement would have been something along the lines of, "Beware small annoying crap!"

But alas, technology doesn't provide me with personalized horoscope announcements over the public airways, so I have to learn the hard way.

My day thus far:

  • Dog sleeps on my foot. Wake up at 4 a.m. when dog moves and my foot "wakes up." Spend 10 minutes wriggling toes and grinding teeth against the pins and needles sensation.
  • Never really get back to sleep until 5:30 a.m.
  • Wake up again at 5:44 a.m. when Hublet has to let dog out. Sigh and close eyes.
  • Open eyes again at 6:00 a.m. when alarm goes off.
  • Stagger to shower; pour giant glob of shampoo directly into left eye.
  • Hop around in a fog of pain and suds, cursing.
  • Convince Boy to substitute blue jeans for sweatpants in his sartorial repertoire. Bargain. Plead. End up taking along a pair of sweatpants "for later." Realize that verbal sparring with 4 year old over attire has made us late.
  • Prepare to leave. Fail to locate car keys.
  • Flail for 15 minutes before remembering that I cleaned out the car yesterday and came into the house bearing trash to throw away.
  • Remember haranguing Hublet to take out trash.
  • Remember today is trash day.
  • Run to curb, fling open can, start digging through coffee grounds, garlic peels, yogurt containers and assorted muck.
  • Locate keys, which now smell of garlic.
  • Wash hands vigorously.
  • Arrive at work late with headache and lingering aroma of garlic clinging to my person.
  • Brace self for remainder of day.
Posted by Big Arm Woman at March 30, 2006 11:54 AM
Comments

When you wake up, get up. Read blogs, the NYT online editorials, weather forecasts. There's a fine and useful bunch of perfectly good hours from midnight to sunrise waiting for you.

Sometime later that day, in the afternoon, say, take a nap to make up for it.

You'll notice that the dog curls up next to you. He's been up, too.

Posted by: Ron Hardin at March 31, 2006 07:47 PM

I hope the current blog silence doesn't mean the headline of the post was seen as hubris by the Powers That Mess With Us.

Posted by: Naomi at April 3, 2006 08:44 PM