Fall Back

I woke up this morning, looked at my clock which said 8:04, sat up and let my feet dangle to the floor. It is infinitely easier to get down out of bed than up off the floor. I showered, took my time with my hair, got dressed, made tea (I know this seems deathly boring, but I'm setting the stage). I was about to run to the fabric store, aiming to get there when they opened, then go straight to work, but I thought I'd check my email first. My computer knew better than I that I had missed my once-a year chance to get an extra hour of sleep. It was too late to capitalize on the sleep part, but I did have a whole unaccounted-for hour in which to clean my bathroom and put away some boxes of books.
In other small celebrations, today was my final Sunday on the closing shift. Now if I could just get rid of Wednesdays too!