One Thing Leads to Another

So yesterday I got into work a little late. So I stayed a little late and when I got home I still had to do laundry. So I put in my first load, then my second, and by the time Charlie’s Angels was over at 10 the second one was still in the dryer. So I thought I better wait until it was done drying. So I changed to the Hallmark channel, which had (unbeknownst to me) a two-hour Matlock thing going on (again with the Matlock. . .). So I started watching it. So by 11, when the case was far from solved (which was when I realized it was a two-hour special), and the dryer had been buzzing (intermittently) for a while, I couldn’t get up and take care of my laundry because then I might miss a crucial element of the show. So finally the dryer gave up and turned itself off and I could relax. So at midnight when the show ended, I was well into relaxation. So I turned off the TV and decided I would just lie on the couch for awhile so as not to disturb Heather and the already desperately minimal quality lap time she has. So I got kinda sleepy. So I figured I could just doze a little and when she moved I’d wake up and then I could go to bed for real. So I dimly recall the clock chiming one and two, and the more than slight irritation of having the lights on, and of lying fully clothed on the couch with less than adequate pillowage (and sans cuddly polar bear toy), and all the other annoying elements of not sleeping in the proper situation. So finally when I became aware of Heather stepping across me I woke up and it was 4:30 a.m. So I dragged myself off the couch, read my chapter of the Book of Mormon, rescued my pajamas from the laundry, said my prayers, and went to bed (after giving Heather her drink, because of course she wanted a drink if I was up in the middle of the night--how often does that happen?!). So I tossed and turned for awhile and couldn’t get back to sleep. So finally when I did get to sleep it was about two hours before my alarm clock went off. So when the alarm clock went off I pushed snooze a couple of times, then gave up and turned it off. So when Heather’s meowing finally woke me up it was 9 a.m. So I decided I better get up. So I got to work at 10:30 this morning. So I have learned my lesson: never get to work late.

Wednesday, January 10, 2007