
No school tomorrow. Its "records day." I'm supposed to work on record-keeping, at the locale of my choice.
My choice is to stay home and listen to records.
At 5:45 yesterday afternoon, all dressed for my 7:00 spinning class, I sat to read for a spell and I fell asleep, fast asleep. Asleep-er than I usually manage at that time of day. Anyway, I woke up at 7:58 and totally freaked out. I tore out of bed and stumbled around pulling on clothes, any clothes, cattywampus clothes, and yelling right out loud. "I still have to put in my contacts and brush my teeth! Oh my god, I'm so late! There's no way I'll be there by 8:10!" Be where? To school, for I thought it was 7:58 the next morning, twelve minutes before 28 children were due to file into my classroom, expecting to be taught and guided, or at least guarded, by an adult with a plan. It's not an easy job to show up late for.
I rushed to the bathroom, thinking I should call my coworker, not the mean secretary, and realized my contacts were already in. I was really disoriented. "What's going on? Did I sleep with my contacts in all night? Why didn't my alarm go off?" Slowly it crossed my mind that it could be evening instead of morning. How could I find out for sure? I looked out the window and it was dark - was it still dark at 8:00 in the morning? I realized I didn't really know. It seemed possible, this time of year. I'm always already at work then, or sleeping if it's the weekend. So I had to turn on the tv to base my decision on the programming that my rabbit-eared tv was receiving. That clinched it. Definitely evening.
I'm glad I realized it before I called my coworker and hysterically announced that there was no way I was going to make it on time.
I'm getting a head start on Records Day now, listening to Kristin Hersh. No way I'm getting up to find out about the state of the sun at 8:00 tomorrow!
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