I think I’m awake
This morning was one of those fantastic ones where you dream something in the middle of the night and wake up convinced that it is true. In this case, I dreamt that someone had scheduled a last-minute meeting for 8:30 in the morning. In my half-awake state, I was both convinced that I needed to be at work earlier than usual and completely sure that I needed to hit the snooze button. Three times. Then, when I got in the shower, I poured shampoo onto my washrag. Needless to say, I still arrived at work after 8:30, but in time for my real first meeting at 9.
On better notes, the sun was shining this morning, and I have a sweet mustache. ‘Nuff said.