Last night I finished packing about 11:15. Then I sat down to write on my blog and do a few other last minute things on my computer, and was in bed by midnight. Of course that was about the time that I began my night-before-a-trip tradition of getting in and out of bed about 15 times to check something or add something to my suitcase. I fell asleep around 12:30, satisfied that I would be getting almost 7 hours of sleep.
Imagine my disappointment when I got up and was so exhausted I was nauseous. Definitely not the way I wanted to start the day of my trip. Even after I got in the shower I just could not wake up. Finally I got out, still delirious from sleep, and looked at my watch to see how much time I had. And stared…and stared…and stared.
Finally the numbers came together in my addled mind to communicate a very important message: it was ONE FORTY-FIVE IN THE MORNING. I was suddenly hit with a wave of emotions. Confusion. Shock. Regret. Laughter (Is that an emotion? In my world it is). Eventually I settled on utter JOY that I could, in fact, go back to sleep. Sopping wet hair and all.