Central Park East - 6:55am
Good morning. Every little part of this morning has consisted of me trying to find some excuse to go back to bed. Seriously, it's just one of those days. When my alarm went off at 6:15, I thought, "No, it can't be time - please tell me this is some cruel joke played by the alarm clock fairy to turn my alarm back several hours." I lied there for a few minutes and contemplated going back to sleep and just being late to lab today.
"I'm always the first one in this lab anyway so it doesn't really matter for keeping up appearances sake."
"No - just get your lazy bones out of bed."
It's about then that those little sayings repeated to me by Dad, that have provoked my many neuroses begin to creep into my head. Things like - "If it's worth doing - it's worth doing well," and "The early bird gets the worm!" and "Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man (woman) healthy, wealthy, and wise."
Then I feel guilty and get up. My head and jaw feel like I've been grinding my teeth all night. (I probably was). I walk in to the living room to get my coat and shoes. I stare down at Sofie - maybe just for today I'll go back to bed. "No - just put her harness her and start the coffee." "Fine!!"
I go outside feeling like I'm going to fall down all the stairs on the way out. Can it be? It's RAINING!... HARD! This is the perfect excuse to walk her around the block then go back in to sleep some more! So I walk around the block. But the problem is - by then I'm pretty wet already and definitely woken up more so I figure I might as well just go to the damn park and get it over with.
Why? because of the picture above. I love my dog and I want her to have a happy dog life. When we get to the Park, she goes running this way and that pouncing into the bushes to chase the sparrows. Of course I knew what the right thing to do was all along. Now she's curled up snoring, and wet, and stinking on my lap as I write this. I suppose the day is all downhilll from here!
Have a wonderful day!
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