I woke up running, halfway down the hall , reaching for a phone that has not even been there in five years.
Squeaky looks at me from his computer and says
I made a pretty good recovery. I shambled past to the kitchen and the dryer, grabbed my clothes for the day and continued on back down the hall.
I have no memory of what woke me that way, or why I was reaching for the phone.
The rest of the morning has been off kelter. I couldn't find my coffee cup. I need that particular cup as much as I require the coffee I pour into it. Its part of my morning ritual. Then somehow misplaced time to get things done. I made cuts and settled... not something I like to do. Mornings should be carefully completed at a steady and calm pace.
I managed to toss an egg in a pan, cook it and then shove it into a couple of pieces of bread... which were shoved into a walmart bag for lack of a baggie and then shoved one last time into my purse.
When I arrived at school, breakfast pizza was waiting for me. I'll eat the sad egg sandwich for lunch.
One thing about waking up running down the hall... I am wide awake today, even if I've no idea why.
Well its time to go listen to children read, exercise with Kindergarteners and beyond into the day. The Bear is picking me up at eleven... cool beans.
Short day for me... off to the town to the left.
What wakes you that way?