This morning I wake up when I am supposed to, I wake up with time to get to work by seven which is something I'd like to get into the habit of doing, but never do. But I don't feel well, I have heartburn or gas or indigestion or something, so I get up, and let's be honest, if I didn't not feel well, I most likely would have stayed in bed and slept for just a little bit longer. I get up and eat three Tums, two white and one orange, and I pour a small glass of Pepsi, because the bubbles help, one time when we lived at Birchwood Terrace my chest hurt and Henky gave me soda because she said the bubbles help. It is still dark outside, because of this whole "daylight savings" thing, and it's disheartening. I drink my Pepsi and I read my book a little and then I want to go back to sleep for a little bit, instead of getting in the shower and making it in by seven. I eat one more Tum, another orange one, and I lay down in bed with the lights on and sleep for another half an hour or so.
When I get up my chest doesn't hurt anymore but I still feel weird, not-quite-right, but it's hard to distinguish from my usual dread of the impending workday. So I get in the shower and it seems like I'm in there forever, moving in slow motion, but when I get out and crane my head into the living room to look up at the only accurate clock in the house (all others are set forward three or ten or eighteen minutes, to trick me) it's only seven-oh-nothing so I decide I can lay down in my bed in my big pink bathrobe for five minutes with the lights on and I set the alarm so that I don't sleep too late. This used to be my routine, all through high school and college, to get back into bed for a few minutes after my shower, all clean and warm and naked and smooth and nice-smelling, but I don't do it much anymore. I sleep for five minutes and then hit the snooze for another five and Henry is curled up perfectly in the crook of my knees. But then I finally get up and I get dressed and make tea and my tummy feels weird a little bit, maybe. I hope that it wasn't anything I ate last night, and my hair is fuzzy from laying in bed with it up in a towel for too long before putting stuff in it, so I put more stuff in it. I put on my wool J Crew pants because they're comfortable and it's chilly out and I wear my brown shoes even though I'm not sure they match, because they too are more comfortable and I've been wearing my black ones all week. I make it out to my car by 7:52, the traffic report, and I'm at my desk at 8am sharp.
Just six and three quarters more hours.