Barely have a few minutes this morning to write anything. I really can’t say that I awoke late, but I did, once again, wake later than I really wanted to. I had just enough time to get up, throw together a roast for the crock, grab a stupidly quick shower, dress, and then sit here.
And now the clock is saying that I should get my feet out the door.
Yep. Not enough time. But I’d like to sit a few more minutes and actually half-way enjoy a lousy cup of coffee before I go, so, blah. I defy you, clock.
Pork roast, by the way. Hopefully it’ll make this evening go a bit smoother and be an awesome time saver for Ashlee. I’m sure she wasn’t all that thrilled about me just grabbing stuff and throwing it in the cart last shopping trip, but I just can’t stand how tired she’s been, so I figured maybe I could take at least one additional meal off her plate even though I’m still going to be at work.
Well, the clock is screaming at me, and my cup is almost empty. Guess it’s time to go.
Yay.