This morning, I as I passed Shipley's I considered stopping for a kolatche since there wasn't a line. I never have time in the mornings.
In the parking lot at work, I scored a decent parking place. And didn't get distracted by anything, so I actually made it to my first meeting a tad bit early--Monday mornings I'm never ready to start the week, and am historically later than usual. Not because I'm not there--I just lose track of time. I've never been a clock-watcher.
We talked about the Cowboys win over Pittsburg. And UMHB ranking #1 in D3.
And it was announced that the meeting would start at 7:35 that morning.
And then my Supervisor looked at me and said, "I thought you were taking the morning off?"
Yes! I am! I have a mid-morning much needed right-knee injection. I wasn't going to come in for an hour then leave, only to return after lunch.
The really sad thing?
It's on my phone as an appointment and and alert.
What's sadder? This morning I remembered I need to find my appointment schedule so I can request time off on Friday for my iron infusion.
But the saddest thing?
As I walked into a building a coworker and I talked about loving the cooler weather, but my knees (his back) giving us grief over the cool. He even mentioned his back injections and as our path parted I thought about my own injections (I no longer need them in my back, but my knees are a different matter).
And STILL I did not recall my injection appointment. Even as I hobbled onto the elevator.
So much for sleeping in and having a leisurely breakfast as I try to wake up for the new work week.
I guess it could be worse--at least Nat is serenading me.