The Story So Far…

Last night I told Pugly that we needed to be up extra early because I had an 8am PT appointment and yesterday morning he hadn’t been all that helpful about helping me get to my 8:30am acupuncture appointment on time.  He hadn’t seemed all that impressed last night but I thought that maybe something might change in the middle of the night.

The truth is that I don’t do 8am appointments very well.

So, I overslept.  I woke up at 6:30am, knowing full well that I needed to leave by 7:15am if I were going to get to the city in time.  Pugly took his grand ole time doing his morning business on the lawn and then didn’t seem to understand the whole concept of breakfast for the first time ever.

I got distracted by the fact that I don’t know where my camera case is and I’d like to find it because my camera’s manual is in it.  I think I might have lost 10 minutes that way.  Never found it.

Let’s just say that at 7:20am with a wet head, no prepared lunch, no caffeine, and no briefcase, I was standing in the door, calling my dog telling him it was time to leave for doggy daycare and he was standing in the hall on the other side of the kitchen blinking at me with a glazed over expression.  When I approached him with the leash, which usually excites him because it means “We’re going outside to chase the birds!”, he ran away!

We lost another 10 minutes.  There was trickery involved in the capture of Pugly.  I have no idea what got into him, but he decided I had some sort of agenda and had to be caught and picked up and carried to the car.  Never mind that 5 days a week, every week, we go to the same place that he loves.

So, it was then 7:30am, I still had a wet head, no lunch, no briefcase, no caffeine, and I’d forgotten to brush my teeth.  It took me 10 minutes to drive the 1.5 miles to the interstate.  I have no idea where all the traffic came from.  It’s never like that.

10 minutes and 8 miles later, I called the clinic to tell them I would be a little late to PT.  They weren’t very understanding and weren’t sure I’d be seen, but I might be seen if I was there before 8:15am.

8am sees Pugly dropped off at doggy daycare where they are listening to fun music and playing.  I wanted to stay there.

At 8:11am, I am at the stop light around the corner from the clinic, still with a wet head now insulated and kept wet by a winter hat, no lunch, no briefcase, no brushed teeth, and suddenly the meds that make me feel sleepy kick in.

tags: life

2 comments

1. on January 12, 2007 at 12:12 pm

   buttercup said:

   Oh…sounds like a crummy morning. I hope the day gets better. Get some caffeine girl!

2. on January 12, 2007 at 3:21 pm

   n. mallory said:

   You know, no one is carrying Pepsi One in the convenience stores anymore…I dislike Coke Zero very much but I am so not supposed to have the aspartame and I feel better when I don’t have it so Coke Zero.

   Anyway, at least the Thai restaurant fed me Broccoli & Tofu for lunch. So the day is getting better.

   Thanks for the cheery words!

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