Story Time

12115848_762265293885024_3404569800586977298_nI like to leave the house around 7:30 every day, to get decent parking at the college.  I live twenty-five minutes out of town, and that’s before the school zones, so leaving early is a necessity.

I mostly just hate being late to anything.  Walking from the back of the parking lot wouldn’t bother me – I love the sunshine we’ve been saturated in lately – but taking a chance, even a small one, on walking into class late makes me all kinds of anxious.

When I woke up this morning and looked at my clock, it read 6:48.  I head my dad shuffling around, getting ready to leave, and I thought, “Oh, snap,” (except not snap, because I was in a sudden panic).  You see, I had an extra errand to run on my way to class this morning.  I had muffins to drop off at Brew N Bake for Seth.

It was a life or death situation.

I quite literally launched myself out of bed, checked my phone with fumbling hands and sleep-blurred eyes, sped through a shower, and got dressed in about half an hour.  When I checked my phone again, to double-check the time, I noticed . . .

it was freaking 5 o’clock.

Guys, I woke up at 4:30 this morning.

Somebody bring me coffee, please.

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In spite of the fact that I almost tripped down a flight of stairs and attempted to walk through one of the orange square-ular chairs (yes – through, not around), today was pretty fantastic.

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These are my people, and that was my day.  It was a bright blue sky and lazy clouds and a quiet museum (until we sat at the baby grand piano).  It was eating somewhat melted muffins in the parking lot and taking naps up in The Spot.  It was laughter and skipping and a little bit of anxiety when I drank an energy drink, but now I know I can’t handle that, no matter how much water I drink.

It was just really good.  It has been a really good day, all the way up until it was over and tomorrow began.

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