I was up, and out of the house by 8:55 am today. Holy cow... A miracle! And... wait for it... I attended Monday morning mass. *Gasp* It was great, in a, "Dear Lord, I got up and drove all the way out here for this?" kind of way. I know... I suck!
I knew close to midnight last night that setting my Blackberry alarm to go off at 7:10 am so I could go to first church service of the day was a joke. I only wake up at that hour to go to the bathroom and then right back to bed. That's exactly what I did too. Big surprise though, rather than falling back into my usual near comatose state where I end up sleeping for another three hours (only to wake up miserable), I was stirred awake at 8:40... just in time to make it to 9:00 mass. I was going to finally do it! So I pulled my hair into a ponytail, washed my face, slathered on last drops of Oil of Olay, brushed my teeth, and slipped on my best duds: black "airplane" dress and my comfy black "airport" flats - behind on laundry, also, nothing else fits... also, still trying to take off the additional 10 lbs I put on since Rick's been home. Downstairs, took some Advil for terrible sore throat, double checked mass schedule, and out the door I went.
I was surprised at how warm it felt walking into the garage that early; felt even worse in the car. Buckled up and engine on, I kicked on the a/c full blast, slapped on some Burt's Bees "Raisin" tinted lip balm, threw on the ol' Reno 911s and backed out of the garage into a hazy smoke-filled day. Thank you, Arizona fires. Not.
to be continued...