Day 601

It was pitch dark.  Cold.  I could see the clock ticking over to alarm hour.

I jumped out of bed and crossed the room to hit the clock before the buzzing started. I fell over my Ugg boots and smacked my chin on the dresser. Ouch. Button pressed, alarm diverted.

I climbed back into bed.  There was an unexpected presence.  The bed was smaller than I recalled.  Darby.  When did he arrive?

I tried to get more shut eye.  No good.  Might as well seize the day.

Ugg boots on, dressing gown wrenched from the cupboard. Coat hanger snapping in the process. Bugger.

I walked out into the kitchen and slipped on the wet floor.  What the?

Yawning I opened the dishwasher and started to unpack last night's plates. I dived into the cutlery basket only to be stabbed by steak knife in the palm of my hand. Ouch!  But it didn't end there. In my delerium I then got poked under the finger nail with a fork. Chinese torture.

This wasn't going to be a good day.

I couldn't continue this way.

I had to start again.

I returned to bed, pushed everyone over, laid there for a while, and got out the other side.    I have decided that there will be no Mondayitis for me ...

Happy Monday everyone. Can someone give me a little 'woot woot'?