Flashes of Panic

So. It has been busy lately, or so I claim. As an example, I offer yesterday morning.

I was late to bed, probably due to the concert. I have an arrangement with one alarm clock which involves feeding it, then sleeping until the other alarm clock sounds. Except it didn’t, or if it did, I slept through it. I woke up with a jolt about twenty minutes before an appointment to be a pincushion and set some kind of personal record for being showered, dressed, and out of the house. It involved skipping most of my usual routine, including details like eating breakfast or making tea.

In hindsight, the interesting part is how quickly I started doing triage in my head. I knew what I absolutely could not miss, what I should try to get done, and what I could put off until later, and I had my to-do list (A. helped, so some things didn’t get put off as long as they might have otherwise; I was seriously considering going without breakfast entirely, something I hate doing.) I am pleased that I was able to mentally shed some habits and still function.

I made the appointment, after which everything else was just getting there when I could. Then, after work, I finally got to do something before everyone else instead of after being asked: I was the first finder of this cache.

Now Playing: I’m Waiting For The Man by David Bowie