The last two days I have not had anything to make me get up at a specific time. What better opportunity to do something I haven’t done for a while, right? Saturday morning was a few hours later than usual, so not too much over. Still, it seemed at least an hour before my brain woke up with the rest of me, and my morning coffee didn’t make much of a dent in the wake-up process. Eventually, I got up to speed and went on with my day.
This morning I slept way late, rolling over after the alarm and deciding that it was Sunday morning and I wasn’t going anywhere until after lunch. No one needs me to get up to make breakfast for them and supervise anymore, so I thought, “What the heck… why not?” and off I went, back to dreamland.
Bad idea. Headache, cotton-wool for brains, the loss of half my day.
I know this thought has occurred to me before. So why am I always in denial when I’m half asleep and faced with the tantalizing temptation of a lie-in?