A Cold Munday Morning

I realized today why my postings have been really rare: I don't think to write about basic events like this one below.

There I was, lying in bed enjoying a nice dream about something, totally oblivious to the alarm clock blaring a tune beside me. Getting up out of my nice warm bed into the cold world was the furthest thing from my mind. Finally, after several minutes the music invaded my dream and awoke me from my slumber. 5:42 it said. I hit snooze and went back to la-la land. Exactly nine minutes later, not ten minutes, not eight minutes, not even nine minutes and two seconds, nope, exactly nine minutes later my clock radio came to life again and again I hit the trusty snooze button and went back to sleep.

The third time the radio buzzed to life I looked at the clock, 6:00, hit the snooze but did not go back to sleep. Instead of drifting back to sleep I laid in bed trying to figure out if I could go back to sleep for another nine minutes (or whatever remained of the nine minutes) or if I had to get the day going. My bladder ended up deciding that one for me so I turned off the alarm and hit the washroom. While emptying my bladder I realized I could have stayed in bed for one more round.

That lead to tough decision number two, should I jump in the shower or sneak back into the warmth of my bed for another few minutes. The seconds of thought grew into minutes as I remained a statue in the washroom. 'If I go back I would have to reset my alarm...but the bed is nice and warm...the car likely needs some warming up before heading to the station...but the bed is nice and warm...the water in the shower can be real warm too...I can't sleep in the shower.' Finally, I just jumped into the shower and got the day going.

Over four hours after those fateful decisions I still want to go back to that nice warm bed. What happened to the weekend anyhow????