I usually get up somewhere between 4:30 and 5.
My first thought, once I was awake, was whether MD had also slept in. No, her alarm went off, she showered in our bathroom and went down to eat breakfast almost like always. I went downstairs.
MD: Good morning.
O-7: Good morning.
MD: *Big hug* I thought you were dead or something!
It was very touching. I need to let her know, though, in future she should give my foot a shake or something.
In the end, I get to work about the usual time, all is hunky dory. At 9:30 I realize I forgot to wear a bra and just count my blessings that I have a shirt on. And it’s right side out. And the buttons and holes match up.
Here's the miscrecat who didn't wake me:
Stopped at the library on my way home; gotta get crackin' on that there itinerary.