gigamatic

I awoke this morning to the cat jumping off the bed. Realizing it must be after 5, since Nala was gone, I jumped up to see what time it was. My phone was dead. That's why I didn't hear the alarm. Shit, what time is it? Glasses. 5:15? Hm. I needed to get up and get working, since I didn't want to be behind AGAIN on my projects. Tuesday 8am project meetings suck.

Run to the bathroom, chit chat with Nala who makes his way downstairs. Hanging on a hook in the bathroom is a new coat with a card. "Ohhhhh, Kelly Clarkson!!!" it speaks. I chuckle, and put on the coat to make sure it fits, and hang it back up.

I head downstairs, and give him a hug and a quick thank you. It's just what I needed, and fits. And it's black, which matches my new hat. I start the oven to make the last of the crescent rolls, make an emergen-c, and a pot of coffee. Nala leaves, and I bring down my laptop.

It's cold. Why is it cold? The thermostat doesnt kick up to 68 till 6am. Problem -- we get out of bed starting at 5. Solution? Change the zone to 4:30am, and the house should be much better suited to cold toes.

I check my email, munching on crescent rolls, and the hoont warms my feet. Email from my mom asks about colors for the next baby quilt, and the weather (did we have snow yet?) and if we got the new bed yet. I tell her I'm not sure yet about the colors, but I will get back to her; we barely had snow and it's going to turn muddy; and escrow sapped half the cash we had for the bed. Then I let her know that The Sister emailed, and their computer at home is dead, but she says she'll be visiting in February.

I decide on a course of action for the day, pour a cup of coffee, and realize it's 6:45. Dammit. I have to get to the post office and Goodwill today, and get some things done at the house, like checking the size of the replacement screws which go in the freezer (and measuring it to make sure it will fit down the stairs.)

I leave for work, forgetting to shut off the lights. I go back, wasting another few minutes and leaving my coworker waiting for me in the cold. He's understanding, thankfully, but I chide him on his lack of warm clothes to protect him from my delays. "Where are your gloves?" I say "weren't you just saying how your teenager doesn't know how to dress for winter?" He answers, "yeah, they're in my pockets. It's only 30, so I didn't need 'em."

Got to work on time, and managed to crank out some quick documentation before my 8am meeting, which ran short, but was complete. Things amazingly aren't behind schedule, despite my feeling that way, and I'm thankful that my coworkers pointed that out. I'm right in line with projections -- not sure how that worked out, but I'm thankful for it.

I was certain today would suck, but it hasn't so far. I'm still waiting on the badness, but enjoying the happy morning while it lasts.