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.
precisely 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.
What in the world is this “7:43″ of which you speak? That is terrifying.
Sigh. 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 …
I 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!
Did 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.
i think that means you get to go home early
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.”
Oooh, no. Sorry. It was “Mmmmm . . . burnt fish ass.”
Apparently 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.