I forget, what it feels like.
I must admit to you all, I’ve been a bit grumpy these past few mornings. Like, incredibly grumpy. Maybe it has something to do with Daylight Savings. (Hm, I think I’m on to something here) Never mind the fact that 7:00 a.m. feels more like 3 a.m., and when I finally wake up, I insist that I need a few more hours of sleep (even if I go to bed at 11 p.m. every night!) I’ve slept soundly since Saturday, which I am thankful for. I was called to be at a press conference at 9 a.m. at the Press Club yesterday morning, and it wasn’t until I left the conference that my sour mood started to lift. (I think it was the gorgeous weather).
This morning brought darkness and more frowns. I think I fell asleep at my desk this morning. (Repeating the incident when I fell asleep in the Washington Post lobby on Monday — not a joke). Seriously. I need to work on this. Thank goodness I’m seated by a window – the smiles returned around 11 a.m. AND, me and an editor in Nashville are working together to submit a series of articles on pornography. (Well, I’m contributing a story) and now that it’s finally written, I can breath easy. Now, if these next few hours pass by in a blur, I’d be ok with that.