Some things are better than coffee

I am not a morning person. I could stay wrapped up in my comforter for hours after I wake up. It doesn't matter how much sleep I have gotten, I still want to stay in bed. By the time I get out of bed, I have to rush around the house getting ready in a haze so that I can make it to work on time. I realize this isn't the best way to start a day, but when I am curled up smacking the snooze button, my brain doesn't seem to care.

I am never late to work, well I suppose I should say I am rarely late to work. Between my mom and my friend calling me this morning, my routine was thrown off. And by thrown off, I mean five minutes. You see, I live less than two miles from my office, so I don't have the traffic equation to worry about. I can leave my house and be at work within single-digit minutes. Even so, I was five minutes late. And for someone who is never late to work, it tends to start the morning on the wrong foot.

When I arrived at my desk, my boss was sitting at my computer. Ugh. That can't be good. But it wasn't bad, she didn't even notice, or didn't care. I do love my job. My computer has been updated the most recently so mine was faster than hers and she was taking advantage of it.

I sat down at my computer to an inbox with actual emails to me, not forwarded, in it. Some were even thoughtfully written. I read them all, then started back at the top re-reading them before constructing my replies. After I replied to my emails, and tackled the inbox, I was on my way to the coffee machine to help me become more than the shell of a human I am BEFORE my coffee.

Then, the phone rang.