In Which Nothing Out of the Ordinary Happens At All
I had a meeting at 8:30 this morning, which I missed because I overslept - I should have been up at 6:30, but did not clue into the time until 7:03.
I was in the middle of adjusting my tie, looking at myself in the mirror and muttering under my breath about of-all-days-to-oversleep, etc, when it finally dawned on me that I overslept. For the first time this year, I did not open my eyes at 3 or 4 or 5am, instantly wide awake with anxiety or sorrow. I had slept.
All fucking right.
Here's hoping that I have turned a corner and am making my way back to the norm.
I was in the middle of adjusting my tie, looking at myself in the mirror and muttering under my breath about of-all-days-to-oversleep, etc, when it finally dawned on me that I overslept. For the first time this year, I did not open my eyes at 3 or 4 or 5am, instantly wide awake with anxiety or sorrow. I had slept.
All fucking right.
Here's hoping that I have turned a corner and am making my way back to the norm.