by thea marie
What's on my mind....
|The first word out of my mouth this morning was, "DAMN".
Not the best way to start a day but I woke up, looked at the clock, and saw that it was 7:12 AM, which meant that I was way late getting up for work. I'm usually out of the door and have made it over to Chastain Road and am close to Old 41 by that time. I HATE to be late for anything. I'd rather be absent from something or somewhere than to arrive late.
My hear was racing, and I was pissed off with myself. I had the covers thrown back and one leg out of the bed when it hit me that it was Sunday, not Monday. I didn't have to get up. In fact, I didn't have anywhere that I had to be, on time or otherwise.
Relieved and gratified, I lay back down and slept like the dead for another hour.
The weekends go by fast enough without forfeiting a day to a bout of CRS in the process.