The alarm goes off, and as I reach to turn it off, my thoughts – if they rise to the level of thoughts – are a groggy mix of thankful it’s the weekend and giving myself permission, as I roll over to resettle, to turn off the alarm, get my workout later, and skip trying to hit all my hourly steps today.
And then it comes back to me.
The evening call with Asia last night.
The restless, fitful mostly failed sleep attempt.
The fact that sleep finally came in the smallish hours, though not smallish enough.
The fact that it’s Tuesday. Not Saturday.
Sigh.
I guess I won’t be sleeping in, after all.
aka gringita 