Boy do I feel foolish

Woke up with this morning with the feeling I had already been up once to turn off the alarm. The clock showed it was something-oh-five in the morning as it usually does. I felt more tired than usual, but didn't think anything of it, since I had trouble getting to sleep last night.

Went through my normal routine, dressed by something-ten, coffee brewing around something-twenty, packed up the computer about something-thirty, left the house by something-forty. Bill Bennett on the radio as usual, traffic in all the usual places, a little heavier than normal because of the construction on 49. Parking was incredibly light. (I parked in the second space on the right!) Got out of my car at the train station at something-oh-five to watch the something-oh-three train pull away from the station.

Walked into the station and discovered I had woken up an hour too early. Something-oh-five was 5:05, not 6:05. I'm writing this from the 6:24 train, instead of my usual 7:03.

I can see it now... "Sorry for getting to work early, boss. I underslept."

What really bums me out about this is:

• I could have slept in another hour.
• I had turned up the volume on the alarm to make sure I wouldn't sleep through it. I'm sure it went off loudly at 5:50 as scheduled. Sorry Trish.
• This shows there's no reason I couldn't be on the earlier train every day if I put my mind to it. (Darn!)

At least the parking lot cued me in. Otherwise I might have turned right around and driven downtown. And this gives me a chance to upgrade Bugzilla before everyone else gets in.