I woke up at my usual time this morning...sometime around 4-5 AM, knowing that I don't have to get out of bed until, at the latest, 7:00ish. So I turned on C-Span, which is my custom, so that the drone of political BS can lull me back to sleepy time.

I found myself back asleep, but before going there, I really, really decided I should call in sick and take a day off from work. I've gotten horribly behind in personal stuff, and mediation stuff, and website stuff that I need to do. Plus, I'm on call, so to speak, as I await the arrival of my 3rd grandchild and an impromptu trip to Atlanta. So, before I succumbed to the precious zzzzzzz's that awaited me, I was resolved to do it! And with that resolve, I fell asleep.

Now all of you know just how wierd and funky those dreams are that you have during your last hours of sleep. This morning, mine were no different.

My boss is out on maternity leave and she's divvied out her managerial tasks to all of us. Diane is the one who we call when we're sick or going to be late. So, in my crazy dream this morning, between the hours of 5 AM and 7 AM, I dreamed that Diane came for a visit and busted me. No, I wasn't sick. I was faking it and she knew it!

In happier days, say the late 1990s, I could have just said "big deal...I'm still calling in and catching up" but with the worst hiring slump in 20 years, I got my butt to work. And grateful, I was, for a job to go to!