This morning I woke up 9 minutes before the darned alarm for the second morning in a row. You know, a couple of hours early gives time for a quick bathroom trip and then 120 or so more minutes of sleep. 9 minutes early means I've wasted 9 minutes of precious sleep. Again.
I don't usually have a good day when the first words out of my mouth are, "Not again, dammit."
But, the dog wagged her tail and was happy to say good morning and wait patiently while I got ready for the day. That bodes well. There's more over the jump.