Yesterday I woke up early. Instead of doing the smart thing and rolling right back over and getting more healthy beauty sleep until the alarm hit, I got out of my comfortable bed and actually went to the hotel fitness center. This has to be some kind of awful midlife crisis or something, whatever it is I hope it passes quickly.

I ran like a rat on the treadmill, and then lifted a few various weights and used assorted torture implements, until I was nice and sore.

After subjecting myself to this self-torture, I went back to my room to wash off all the blood -err, I mean sweat. To be honest, I was actually kind of happy that I’d gotten up and done something. While I was congratulating myself, I noticed the message light blinking on the room phone.

I had two messages. The first was just a phone slamming down, the second one, twelve minutes later was a good buzz-kill. An unfamiliar, angry sounding voice said, “Thanks a lot for leaving your alarm on, YOU ASS!”

Author: frenchy