It’s 5:30 and I’m at work.
This is not intentional. For the second morning in a row, I got up at 4 without intending to.
You know that scene in sitcoms and family stand-up comic routines wherein the wife says that she heard something and sends her underwear-clad husband armed with a baseball bat? Well, it’s the nineties and I’m a little atypical, I guess, so the story is a bit different. Clancy was up till 4 in the morning working on Electronic Health Records when the Internet went down. She crawled in to bed and muttered something about it. I was not sleeping very deeply - too much caffeine too late at night- and so it woke me up. Instead of “take the baseball bat and see what that noise I just heard was” it was “Network is down.”
Now Clancy is considerably smarter than I am, but unfortunately computers are not so much her strongsuit. While the words “network” and “internet” may mean two different things to me, they’re the same to her. As I had spent much of the weekend working on the network, I was quite concerned about it being down. I was relieved when I discovered it was the Internet because that meant it was probably not my fault. So anyway, I stumbled out of bed and was preparing to recycle the router or something when the net came back up on its own. I let her know it was back up. Repeat process half an hour later when it went down again.
Not sure why, I just get a bit of a kick out of the idea of being rustled out of bed to fix the net. Comes with being only a couple-years married, I guess. May not be as amusing a year from now.
So then this morning I get up a bit rougher than usual. Spend longer in the shower than usual. Feel like complete crap. Having gone to bed at a bit after midnight, I figured the less than six hours of sleep I had was taking its toll. I knew it was less than six hours, but I did not know that it was four. Not sure how, but my clock jumped ahead a couple hours over the night. Either that or I got up to the phone ringing and my alarm has yet to go off. There was a message on the answering machine this morning. Didn’t listen to it because it didn’t register with me that it was blinking until I was on the road. If so, Clancy’s about to get a surprise. In any event, the first time I saw a clock with the correct time was when I was on the Interstate, by then it was too late to head back. Or at least I thought it was, because I was dumb.
So here I am. Printing out stuff for a job interview I have tomorrow. More details on that to come, probably.