Tired, Near Philadelphia

I'm not one to need the alarm clock, much less one to have trouble dealing with it. I'm an early riser who does her best work before noon. Sometimes I am even able to implement my mother's trick of setting a self-alarm clock, i.e., I can go to bed and say, "Wake up at six." And I do.

We set the alarm, of course, on work days. But more often than not I awaken before it does. On weekends, I'm likely to rise well before Joe and have an hour or so of quiet time to read or sew before he stirs.

This week, however, the alarm clock has not been my friend. Too many late nights with the Democrats following too many late nights with the Olympics. Coupled with intense days at work as we race towards the finish line for the First Day of School. Last night, very tired, I went to bed mid-way through Senator Biden's speech, missing the surprise appearance of You Know Who. And this morning cringed when I woke and saw it was time to get up.

The upcoming four-day weekend (yes, if we get everything done today, we are off tomorrow!) should help me catch up on rest. And next week, of course, I won't need to stay up late!!!