So the alarm goes off this morning, and I briefly consider the merits of going for a run. Then, I swing my legs out of the bed to head toward the alarm to turn it off. As I walk, invisible vampire bats sink their 6 inch fangs into my back, neck, knees, calves, and [surprisingly] shoulders. As I reset my alarm to get another hour of precious, precious sleep, I think to myself that perhaps this 9 mile race Sunday took more out of me than I thought.
Back to sleep.
Zzzzzzzzz.
Perhaps this longer darkness in the morning as well. It drags me back into bed quickly.
ReplyDelete