w/ A Fright

(Community Matters) Popped out of bed with a fright this morning. It was already 6am, somehow my head said 6am on Monday morning . . . . how the heck did I forget to drive to the ranch last night? . . . and I jumped, ran to call my parents and hop into the shower simultaneously. Had to get them on the road to Houston, and I’ll meet them there. As I hit send on the telephone, the date displayed, even the day . . . Sunday, really? . . . .think, think, think . . . cancel call while I think . . .  yes, maybe today was Sunday, not Monday after all . . . back to bed and cuddled up to Steven.