smacky and bucky

I overslept this morning. I usually get up promptly at 6:00, with no alarm clock. This morning my wife nudged me and said, "Don't you have to get up?"

I looked at the clock. It was 6:40. Our boy cat had snuggled his way under my left arm and looked up at me, purring. Purring, "No, you don't have to get up...."

I pulled myself out of bed, started the coffee, let the dog out, fed the cats, let the dog in, fed the dog, got dressed, had coffee, brushed my teeth, grabbed something for lunch out of the fridge, and headed out to the car. I ended up getting to work at...

7:10.

Only 10 minutes later than usual. And still about 2 hours before the majority of the office.

Shrug.

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Another spring book went to the printer yesterday. That's a darn good feeling, the end result of months of work. One reason I love this job is that twice a year I have tangible results from all my efforts. I can hold these books, show them to people, flip through them. It beats the heck out of getting validation from a earn/loss spread sheet at the end of the fiscal year!

Started a new book. This one is nonfiction. Basically a journal of Palin's trek across the desert, but with glossy photos courtesy of a talented BBC cameraman. It was $4 on the clearance table.

Labels: Africa, sleep, Success