I was late to work this morning.
And no, it wasn't because of the margaritas last night.
It was because of a raccoon.
I woke up in the middle of the night and my clock beside my bed was blank. Power was off. Huh. Maybe I'm just dreaming.....
I hear Jessica (who uses her cell phone as an alarm) up and about and figure, okay, it's about 6:30am. My clock, however, says something like 2am. I'm very confused.
Go back to sleep.
Awakened by our favorite upstairs neighbor who has apparently gotten permission to install a basketball court in her bedroom. She's musical AND athletic!
I turn on the radio to hear Marty say it's time for the 7:20 funny. So it's 7:20am.
All in all, only 20 minutes late. Not as bad as it could have been. Maybe I should actually thank Esther?