May 2010

Something funny—no, not the right word—amazing, I guess, happened to me this morning. My alarm clock didn’t wake me up. My guardian angel did.

It’s rare that I forget to set my alarm clock because I’m quite a sleeper. Especially in the morning. Weekends I can sleep in till 9 or even 10. I don’t feel lazy because I get up weekday mornings at the crack of dawn. If I set my alarm, that is.

Last night I had the pleasure of attending my daughter’s middle school spring concert. Well, I say “the pleasure” now, but until the lights went down in the crowded auditorium I did nothing but complain to Louisiana.

“It’s on a school night?” Evangeline, my second-grader, was pooped by days’ end.

“You have to be there by 6:15?” I’d have to leave work early. Again.

“Black pants and white shirt required?” We’d have to borrow something.