Peaceful beginnings

This morning ushered me in to what seemed to be a lovely day. Sunlight, muffled by the blinds, dance around my bedroom. It was hushed and calm. There was no stress. I felt well rested. I woke up on my own without any alarm disturbing my inner peace. Thoughts flitted through my mind like "what day is it today," "do I have to be anywhere," and "what time is it?" It was about this moment when all three answers hit me at once.

It was Saturday, I had to be at work at 8:45 AM and it was 8:33 AM.

Holy moly! I hit the ground running. The new tardy policy of my job running through my head. I tried to rush through tasks that couldn't be rushed and barely avoided choking myself with my toothbrush. Clothes were chosen without much, if any, scrutiny and my drive to work had me going my usual speed: FAST.

But to work I got and work I did. All is okay... for now. I guess I'll be able to truly assess the damage on Monday Tuesday.

What I don't understand is I got about eight hours of sleep last night and yet I was still exhausted when I got off of work. I thought that maybe I'd take a nap. Five hours later I find myself still not wanting to get up and move around. A truly wasted day. Unless I consider that I do love sleep, and also consider that sometimes a day spent enjoying it isn't a waste at all.