One of *those* mornings.

[lithera]

So I wake up to my alarm, looks at the clock and go back to sleep content in my having about an hour before I *have* to be at the bus stop. Oooops. Opened my eyes and it was time for me to be at the bus stop. Oh well. I'm late. Might as well be late. I get dressed, take no real hurry to get ready.

I stand in my living room for about 5 minutes wondering what I should be grabbing to take with me. I figure I have it all. Shows you my mental state.

I walk out the door start walking towards the bus stop when it dawns on me. My keys, my wallet and my bus pass are all in my jeans from yesterday and not in my trenchcoat right now. It's also really damned cold outside in a skirt and satin shirt. Really damned cold.

So, I call up to the apartment and get Sean to wake up and bring me my stuff. Then I go get on the bus. I was half expecting the thing to break down on me on the way into work this morning. It didn't. I'm at work. Wheee.

I'm still cold.

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[sharkcowsheep.livejournal.com]

I was wondering what that phone call so early in the morning was. I figured it was either you, or Mom had capsized her 4-wheeler down in Nevada and was in surgery with a crushed pelvis.

Then Sean answered it, left, came back, and started MUSHing, and I knew all was well. And I still had about an hour to snooze before I had to catch the bus. :)