Braving the chill of my apartment (no, the boiler is still not working), I crawled out of bed earlier than usual this morning. I blinked at my puffy-eyed reflection and asked Sir Hal, who sat yawning in the bathroom sink, “Why am I up this early?”
“Rowwwrrr” he yawned again.
“Oh, yes. You’re right. To get a jump on things at the office before my meeting.”
His Excellency snoozed on the bathmat as I showered, taking advantage of the only warm room in the place. There was no time for tea, so I microwaved oatmeal and made lusty bedroom eyes at my downy bed. Getting a jump on things, or jump back under the comforters?
I traded my big white robe for a red dress and heels. And seam-up-the-back pantyhose. I wrapped up in my warm stripey scarf, tossed some yogurt in my satchel and kissed my furry, yawning friend on the head. It was 7:43. Unprecedented preparedness! I was feeling proud and saucy. I scurried to work, watching glances and thinking, “Oh yes, those seams go ALL the way up.”
At 8:05, making mental notes for my 8:45 meeting, I breezed out of Grand Central Station. At the corner of Vanderbilt and 44th, I ran into my very distracted boss. He looked up from fiddling with his PDA.
“Hey, morning. CEO and I have meetings… so we won’t be around this morning.”
My eyes glossed over. Somewhere in my brain, an Indiana Jones & the Last Crusade voice droned, “You chose poorly.” My face didn’t melt off, but I did have a sudden, very intense longing for those lost fifty-five minutes of warm communion with my bed.
Oh cruel fates. It’s 8:52 now, and the only thing I’ve gotten a jump on is the nasty office coffee and “how was your weekend” gossip. Ah, well. The morning’s not been complete loss. Those seams still go all the way up.
Rowwwwrrr.
I think it is evil that it is so dark out when I wake up at 6 am.
Although, now that the heat comes on in the morning I've been leaving my towel on my radiator while I shower. What's better than drying off on a cold morning with a warm towel?
Not having to get out of bed in the first place :)
This has nothing really to do with your post. I just felt like distracting myself from work.
Posted by: me at October 18, 2004 09:11 AMprecisely why Mondays are evil evil mornings. Next time you have the urge to awaken early tell me about it. I promise to talk you out of such insanity.
Posted by: Ari at October 18, 2004 09:50 AMWhat in the world is this "7:43" of which you speak? That is terrifying.
Posted by: jennn at October 18, 2004 10:30 AMSigh. I miss many things about our previous house, but the thing I miss most was that the bathroom towel rack was right over the heat vent ... which, in turn, was right over the furnace and connected by a duct less than 3 feet long. That towel was always TOASTY ...
Posted by: Lex at October 18, 2004 10:37 AMI learned the towel on the radiator trick at my old place in Boston. But not so much as a means of drying off with a warm towel, so much as to prevent any further burning of my ass!
Posted by: Fish at October 18, 2004 10:40 AMDid you watch the lame CBS movie last night? I did and thought of you, although I couldn't say why. Ok, I could: young woman in ad agency in New York with attitude and style sense. Sure, you're not English but maybe in your story he would be.
Posted by: Michael R at October 18, 2004 10:57 AMi think that means you get to go home early
Posted by: liminalspace at October 18, 2004 11:28 AM stop it with the "those seams still go all the way up" talk...
stop it
stop it
stop it.
stop.
it.
Funny. I was just thinking [in Homer Simpson voice]: "Mmmmmm . . . seams."
Posted by: LiAps at October 18, 2004 02:03 PMOooh, no. Sorry. It was "Mmmmm . . . burnt fish ass."
Posted by: LiAps at October 18, 2004 02:04 PMApparently there's another Anna. While I hate to make reference to myself using Jason, it's probably the easiest way to make my identity known. Ok! That's all.
Posted by: Anna (of Anna and Jason) at October 18, 2004 03:52 PM