Top of the Morning

It's four forty-five in the morning.

I have been awake for an hour.

I had to take T to work this (very blustery, if I may say so myself) morning, and he didn't have crap to take for lunch, so off to the grocery store we went.

Is there anything more glamorous than a woman wearing fleece pajama bottoms with clouds on them, sheepskin slippers and a "class of 99" sweatshirt (Not the year I graduated, thankyouverymuch) stumbling around a grocery store parking lot? I think not.

My options at this point are:

1)Stay awake and go to the gym at 5:30
2)Stay awake and clean the house
3)Stay awake and dick around on the computer for a few hours
4)Stay awake and call my mother
5)Go back to bed

T didn't go to the gym yesterday, as it was not operating during hours where he was free from work. So technically speaking, he has to go today and I don't. (So there!)

I think I'm going back to bed. Hopefully I can go back to sleep, rather than my patented "Stare and the ceiling and grow more and more enraged" routine that I seem to love so much.