Tremendous Blondette

I finally found the spot somewhere between Ozzy Osbourne and 6am. Of course, by then I had to pee and the cat was crying her usual morning yowl. Oye. Monday. I am glad I took the extra time in bed today instead of getting up at 4am when my alarm started shouting Ben Folds at me. Even though it wasn’t super restful, it was still better than the alternative–and I still got to work by 6:45ish. I’ll just have a late night.

I am about to max out my vacation time at work. In fact, if I don’t take time off in the next pay period, I will stop accruing PTO. I have time off planned for the week of Christmas, but even that only adds up to 24 hours. I bring this up because when one finds the sweet spot, one does not want to get up and go to work. But one must. It’s not that I didn’t want to go to work–it was more, I didn’t want to get out of bed.

Happy Monday Morning.