I don't know why I feel the need to live on the edge, but I must.
Take this morning for instance. I wake up and have a split second of peace until I realize it's light out and it shouldn't be. My alarm was set for 4:45.
But it is 6:27 am.
That can't be right, my flight leaves at 7:00 am for LA I can't still be in bed...
But it is right and so I stall for another second thinking it is futile to even dream of catching the flight but I throw my clothes on, dump the rest of the stuff I had to pack into my bag and ran out the door. I made record time to the St. George Airport, green lights and no traffic, and landed at the ticket desk at 6:55 but to no avail. I could see the plane sitting outside being loaded but the gate was already closed so I remained calm (what else would I be?) and got myself on standby for the next flight in a few hours. Goooooodness. I'm fast, but I can't bend time.
Oh and the stinkin alarm? I haven't looked at it yet (we're in a fight) but I can only assume that in my sleep deprived stupor last night I set it for pm instead of am... blast. It is one one of those age old stories where I ignored the nagging thought of 'set a second alarm' and went to bed instead.
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