Alice’s clock said it was 6 a.m.
Normally, I would have gone back to sleep — I am not a morning person with the same intensity that I am not a matador — but instead I decided to get some extra work done before heading downtown.
It wasn’t until I sat at the computer with a cup of coffee and a slice of toast that I remembered my wife always keeps her clock ahead by one hour.
A couple hours later, I went into the bedroom to find my phone before it was due to go off. That’s when I discovered I forgot to set the alarm before going to bed last night.
In essence, I was lucky to lose two and a half hours of sleep or I would have missed a client meeting (I am a majestic sleeper).
There must be a better way of getting up in the morning. Maybe a rooster. Or a shock collar.