Oh what a beautiful morning!

Don't you love the days when you get up, and life just smacks you on the back of your neck?

Today, I overslept and woke up 15 minutes late. I scurried around the apartment at warp speed trying to get back on schedule. Of course, all my clothes were dirty, and I had to forage around for my 'laundry day work clothes'. Since I was late, I skipped my usual breakfast cereal and made a mad dash to work. As I ran down the stoop of our brownstone building, I narrowly missed the pile of puke someone had nicely deposited on the middle step.

How appetizing. It made me glad that I had passed on breakfast that morning.

Rushing down the street, I tried to ignore the "Good morning baby!" comments from a moving man a few buildings down. Then I realized I had forgotten my cell phone, had to dash past that guy again ("Hey beautiful!") to run back to my apartment. After doing so, I didn't want to pass the guy a third time (he'd probably have thought I was actually trying to pick him up), so I made a beeline across the street to avoid him.

Finally made it to the subway station, and lucky for me, the train was just pulling in. Hmm... my luck must be changing.

not!

After the train pulled away, I was stuck between stops for the next twenty minutes due to an "investigation at 66th street".

In the end, I was very, very late for work.

So how is your morning going?