Friday, You're Late!

I woke up feeling like I didn't want to get out of bed. That doesn't seem too far off from most days. But today was different. I turned on my side and thought, "I haven't heard my alarm, but it feels like it's almost time for it to go off. I could probably just re-set my alarm for a half an hour than what it's set for now, get just a little more sleep and still make it to work on time." I'm not a snooze person. If I'm not going to get up when I'm supposed to then I definitely don't want to be awakened over and over again, in 9 minute intervals where I have to keep convincing myself that it's okay if I sleep for just a little longer. This morning, after I was fully okay with my decision to sleep for one more half hour, I reached for the clock only to read 8:01. I stared at the clock for at least 30 seconds...did I really sleep until 8:00??

What's even more mind boggling is why I was debating how to get a few extra zzzz's when I had already slept for 2 hours longer than normal. I went to bed at 11:00 pm and slept straight through the night - not even the routine 2 am bathroom break. And I still wanted more sleep? My conclusion was this: last night we turned on the heat for the first time (after I noticed our house was at a chilly 66 degrees). The vent, being right by bed, was blowing out so much heat that it seemed unneccesary for my down comforter and second quilt. But it was so cozy, I couldn't resist. So there I slept, in a heat-induced, comatose state for 9 straight hours.

Turns out, I didn't make it to work on time after all.