It wasn’t traffic, nor was it a power outage due to the ice, it wasn’t because I felt sick and it definitely was not because of the roads, which is too bad because that served as an excuse earlier this week.

No, it was because I hit snooze three times, totaling an extended sleep time of about thirteen minutes and four seconds. Not very impressive when you consider that you have to divide that number into three to see the consecutive amount of sleep I gained each time I hit snooze (4.356 minutes), which isn’t much when you think about it – so I try not to.

In retrospect, it was totally worth it because I was fifty-percent of a conversation – I played the part of the listener, a part I like to think I play well.

Regardless of how well I played the part, the beeping clock, (not calling it a cuss word, just describing how said clock sounds), kept interrupting me and simultaneously trying to begin my day.

Thought I lost it for a second there, but no…here’s my point. I got to work late because I hit snooze three times. Tonight I’ll do my best to begin the late showing of my dream fourteen minutes early.

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