Monday night is freight night at Tractor Supply. We work hard, and we laugh hard, and everyone pulls together. I like that. It's usually a late night, too. Last night we left at 10. I had to haul over and get gas in the truck, and then I headed home. I was starving, so I walked to the refrigerator to grab something to eat. I had a little internet research to do before I went to bed. Just like that, the power went out.
Well, I had my snack cold, and I went to bed, figuring to get up early. I turned on the light over our bed so that when the power came on, we'd be awakened by the light and Tim could reset the alarm on the clock. At two am, the power came back on. Tim set the alarm. And when the alarm went off, my first conscious thought was "*groan* But I'm tired. I need more sleep." Followed by more complaining. In my head. It was too much effort to form words. Tim leapt up, because that's the way Tim operates. He always springs out of bed like he's got rockets on his butt. Me? Yeah. No rockets. Ever.
So he goes bounding off for his shower. Our usual routine is that he showers, he comes back to our room, and then he switches on lights, talking a blue streak while he gets dressed, telling me that 'it's time to get up.' Except this morning, he came back to the room, switched the lights on, and then studied his clock. Then he turned the lights off and got back to bed. "What are you doing?" I asked, willing my mouth to form audible words. And he said, "I screwed up. I set the clock wrong when the power came back on. We still have another hour."
Best. Morning. Ever.
I snuggled back into my pillows and curled up and went back to sleep.
Side note: when the alarm went off one hour later, I was no more ready to get up then than I'd been the first time I woke up.