Wake up Call

I got to the lobby this morning just in time to wolf down some resemblance of breakfast and jump on the shuttle to the clinic....when something instantly seemed odd when I arrived. It was pretty quiet for a supposed busy time of the morning, and the kitchen was just putting out the breakfast when it should have been out already for almost an hour. I looked at my watch to see exaclty how late the kitchen was... and a chill went down my spine as I pulled the sweater back on my wrist.....and there it was.... the small hand was in the wrong place. It was an hour earlier than I thought....or at least an hour earlier than the alarm clock in the room. I couldn't believe it.....I had even spent time telling the front desk that their automated wake up call came into the room an hour late. Here I was greatful I set the alarm clock...boy! I shouldn't have touched it - turns out I set the time ahead by an hour accidentaly when setting the alarm. I figured both the alarm clock and the hotel wake up call should get me up. Never did I think I would find an hour the next day. As mild sleep deprivation sets in knowing I got up at 5am, I ponder at what a girl does when she is given an hour as a gift. Well, she goes back to her hotel room to spend more time on hair and make up of course, comments on someone's killer shoes in the lobby and learns they are Mark Nason's - so looks them up on the net and updates her blog. Sometimes a wake up call is just that - a wake up call - so set your clocks right. And if you find an extra hour out of no where - see it as a gift, rather than a sleepy nuisance.