Daylight saving time is not kind to me. I suppose I bear some of the responsibility for today's mishap. It's not like I turned in for the night in any way that suggests I was prepared to rise at 5 a.m. But I did set out my clothes, set the alarm, check that the radio station was properly tuned in. Either I was more exhausted than I thought or my classical station was playing one of their airy, space-age sounding pieces, because I didn't wake up. I had a good, steady REM going when the phone rang and put a quick end to it. One ring, and I thought to myself, "Uh-oh."
The time was 6:45, 15 minutes past starting time, and I was supposed to be holding down the fort today. Oops. I got up, accomplished the bare minimum of the morning routine, grabbed a bowl of raisen bran and headed out the door. Made the 30-minute commute and arrived at work at 7:30. Not too shabby.
Here's what gets me. My hair, which isn't lush and full of body on a good day, is hanging here stringy and flat, and all I did to salvage the disaster was plug a couple little hair clips to hold the sides up. I got more compliments on this look today than I've had in the past six months. Truely embarrassing.
I got home and had a message on the machine to attend a girls'-night-out skin care party tonight. I'm tired, unshowered, and my face is breaking out like a teenager. But who am I trying to impress? I went. Now I think I smell like a produce stand. Everything was all-natural, featuring Aloe. Not just Aloe, either, but special aloe. I tried out a facial mask made with honey. It felt like honey, too. Very sticky and weird. About the time the salesgirl was telling us how safe it is for children, I decided to taste it. Had to find out if it tasted like it felt. Have to say, it does not taste like honey. But it's nontoxic, so I'm quite well.