“…and now, let’s go to Becky in the backyard for today’s forecast…”
Roll over, click the lamp to low, find the thyroid meds and toss ’em down the hatch (the sooner in, the faster to coffee).
Roll back over and catch a couple more zzzz’s.
Roll over, slap off the alarm clock, turn the radio back on, just a few more winks…
CLANG. BANG. CRASH. BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP.
Who needs an alarm clock when construction on the school begins at 6:15 in the morning?