Bleary-eyed and barely awake, I slide out of bed at what *feels* like the crack of dark. I’m trying to check my frame of reference for the day ahead… to focus. Suddenly I’m reminded of the promise I’d made the night before to take my son to the “See you at the Pole” event hosted by a school in our community. It’s the first time for both of us but he’d asked and I’d agreed.
In full scum-bunny fashion, I grab what clothes I can find. Unwashed face and hair barely tamed by the bandana I found on the floor, I don a sweater against the early morning autumn chill.
Coffee, keys, door, car. go.