Wackyfish

I have been trying now for at least the past six weeks at least to be out of bed by 6 am in order to get in some yoga before I go to work. I go to bed early, I get enough sleep and the alarm goes off and wakes me up at 6. Still I can’t seem to drag myself out of the bed until about 6:15. Which gives me enough time for just about 20 min of yoga… not as much as I would like. I wish I knew why or what would empower me to not have to linger for that extra 15 min. My only theory thus far is that at 6am it is still pretty dark here, but by 6:15 twilight has begun and the world is a bit brighter. Maybe it’s a sun thing. Maybe tonight I will try setting the alarm for 5:45 and see what that does.

Anyway, Mondays here are always wacky anyways. (More wacky than I remember them being at home anyway.) I always seem to forget something at home. Last week it was the DVD’s that needed to be returned. Today it was my wallet. Via (in this case a name, but also the word for water), our driver has graciously offered to run me up to my house both times to retrieve my forgotten items. I wonder where I placed my head, because it’s obviously not here at work. Which is a really bad thing since I have a ton of work to do today. I have several proposals to write and a presentation to finish before tomorrow.