Long days combined with a nervous system that’s not synched with local time are tricky, as evidenced by my experience this morning.
I had a 9:00 am Ophthalmologist appointment, so I made sure to set my alarm. I woke up right before the alarm went off, checked the big clock on the wall (one with dots at 12, 3, 6, & 9 but no numbers in between — smell the danger coming?), got up, showered and headed out the door. Drive, drive. Park. Limp towards office (knee is still not 100%). As I was walking up to the doctor’s office, I noticed one of those little “Back at” signs with the hands set to 8:30, so of course I thought they’d been forgetful about taking it down when they opened the office. (I’d like to mention, in my defense, that I hadn’t had any coffee at this point). Sighed. Pulled on door. Locked. Mumble mumble. Dummies! They didn’t even bother to remember to *unlock* the door.
By now I was a bit angry, so I checked my cell phone to see how late they actually were.
Sigh. It was, in true sitcom style, 7:55, not 8:55. I actually went to the grocery to kill time… I don’t think I’ve *ever* been in a grocery before 9am!