The alarms were set. The work clothes were laid out. The coffee was set up and the travel mug was at the ready. The laptop was packed up and waiting – with the work shoes – by the front door.
I was even in bed pretty close to “on time” for a commute day.
Alas, I don’t have any memories of those alarms I set. Either one. I only remember waking up around the time I’d usually be pulling up at my desk.
Well, tomorrow’s another day.