Have you ever been one of those souls who spring out of bed in the morning particularly Monday mornings? And I am not referring to those of us who were in the military where we were conditioned by fear of punishment to leap out of bed fully ready to go.
If ever I was one of those irritatingly enthusiast early risers it has been many years since I last routinely felt “spring-y”. Except, perhaps, when I was embarking on a vacation-day or vacation week. Today is neither. I have an appointment – set by the Government – in the middle of my workday and in the opposite direction from my work-bound commute. Once I might have driven the forty miles only to drive thirty miles back to the appointment. Then back to work. Not today.
If you are not a dog-person, or you are unaffected by “dog-guilt”, you probably realize that your particular need of getting on the road by a certain time, or attending to a report, an email, getting children to school, etc is of primary concern. On most days, the guilt– that condition when the dogs look to you and then to the leashes hanging by the front door – compels this human to take them out for a walk despite a need to do something else.
Now that both dogs have been re-assured with a little more adventurous walk in the neighborhood, they are sleeping while I have time to blog. I do not want to dawdle too long. I imagine that this appointment may be akin to the DMV, the Department of Motor Vehicles, where the patron should arrive an hour early, even for an appointment only to wait an additional hour to be seen. So I will put in additional hours for the rest of the week at work to catch up. I really cannot afford to reschedule this appointment. It may affect my planned retirement date. That is now what gets me out of bed most mornings!
As for my compressed schedule, I think the critters will find that guilting me into long walks this week will be less effective. After this mornings walk, I see that they are snoring away on their cushions. Most days I’ve gone to work thinking they spend all day running in and out of the house. But it gives me an idea. Sleep therapy research volunteer. Now that’s an occupation that I can spring INTO bed on Mondays.